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K ING'S HALL, CO M P T O N
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School YEAR EDITOR
Form Represent stives
Matric: Nancy ( tlass
VI A: ( lharlotte Stevens
V A: Diane Bienell
VI B: .lane MacDougald
V B, [V A, [V B: Catherine Wootton
KING'S HALL, CO M PT X
Why do wo many young people think thai educa-
tion is unimportant or too difficult for them? The
word suggests the development of character and
mental powers. At the school level it is not ex-
clusively training in scholarship; it is even more the
development of the whole personality. It is true that
we get a basic grounding in the main subjects such
as history, mathematics, English, and at least one
foreign language, but I should like to think now
about some of the other things we also learn.
We learn to adapt ourselves to other people. We
soon realize that a friendly relationship with them
is more important and brings more genuine hap-
piness than the indulgence of every selfish whim.
Another thing we learn through education is the
fact that good manners are very important. Here
at boarding school, through living under the same
roof with many other girls and also through some
direct reminders by the Staff we finally develop
good manners. We learn that we can have con-
sideration for those in authority and still respect
ourselves. We must conform to the standards of
behaviour that are set. As we grow older, it is
necessary for us to find our own place, to be satis-
fied there, and always to do our work, just as in
soccer not everyone can be captain or play the
position of centre forward, but some must be
content to fill the less exciting positions. Here at
King's Hall we grow up quickly and learn to face
things that are ahead of us. Every day there are
hound to be a few disappointments and things are
not always going to be the way we wish. It is true
strength of character to "walk through a storm"
and keep one's chin up.
Another thing we learn at school is a good sense
of values. How many times has Miss Gillard told
us that it is the small things in life that count and
not the costly ones that we might have imagined
more valuable because they glisten with jewels.
For example we might think that an expensive
present chosen from the counter of a down town
store would please Mother most of all, bul what
will really please her best will lie the article we
have taken time to sit down and knit or sew for her.
Now the Matrics of 1959 leave King's Hall with
fondest memories. We have profited greatly from
our education here and we ought to go out as
worthwhile citizens with a true sense of values. We
must not lower out standards, hut as individuals
try to keep them high.
Nothing could express my feelings better than
( ieneral MacArthur's "Prayer For My Son," which
Miss Gillard has often read to us on Saturday
"Build me a son, <) Lord, who will be strong
enough to know when he is weak and brave enough
to face himself when he is afraid— one who will be
proud and unbending in honest defeat, but humble
and gentle in victory.
"Build me a son whose wishes will not replace
bis actions, a son who w ill know Thee.
"Send him, I pray, not in the path of ease and
comfort, but in the stress and spur of difficulties
and challenge. Here let him learn to stand up in
the storm; here let him learn compassion for those
who fail. Build me a son whose heart will be clear,
whose goal will be high- a son who will master
himself before he seeks to master others.
"One who will learn to laugh, yet never forget
how to weep; one who will reach into the future,
yet never forget the past.
"And after all of these things are his this I
pray — enough sense of humour that he may
always be serious, yet never take himself seriously.
"Give him humility so that he may always
remember the simplicity of true greatness, the open
mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength.
"Then I, his father, will dare to whisper, 'I have
not lived in vain.'"
We wish to express out thanks to the four Staff advisers without whose help the Magazine could not
have been published, to Mrs. Welter for assistance in typing and also to the many girls who typed articles,
and collected or arranged for advertisements. When you read the contributions from every Form in
the school I hope you will feel that this year's Per Annos has been a success.
KING'S HALL, COMPTON
1st May, 1959.
I have just been reading an informal talk entitled, "Rough Notes of a Lesson."
It has given me food for thought and I have decided to use it as the theme of this
letter to you all.
What a joy it is to be able to write on a School Report or in a Letter of Recommenda-
tion for College or for a Post, "So and So has a real intellectual curiosity and interest !"
Unfortunately I all too rarely have that pleasure. Most of you study because you are
made to, or to pass examinations, and not from any love of knowledge for its own sake.
Lessons are not mere lessons; they are "the potentiality of growing rich in wisdom
and in goodness beyond our highest dreams."
I am going to take some of the chief subjects you learn and show the higher
things you should or could gain from doing them.
You study Mathematics and Science to give you power over your minds, to teach
you to follow a chain of reasoning, to keep up continuous attention and not to jump
to conclusions. The love of Truth, the disciplined minds, the dedicated lives of the
mathematicians and scientists, have made our own age unique in the history of
The study of Languages, quite apart from the advantage of being able to read and
speak them, enlarges your mind. It makes you know your own language better, for
translation gives you a choice of words and trains you to appreciate delicate shades of
meaning. (Barbarous tribes have a very small vocabulary and it seems to me that we
are fast reverting to the savage state. Everything is nice or divine, or terrific or
History should not be just bare facts. It illustrates and explains politics of our
own time, and teaches sympathy and large-mindedness and the power of admiring
virtues different from ours. History and Geography should keep us from being
Poetry helps to make us imaginative and we must have imagination if we are to
be tactful and sympathetic. The poetry you learn by heart will take on a fuller meaning
as you grow older, although it may have seemed dull when you memorized it.
If you simply learn your lessons by rote and do nothing to develop your thinking
powers, your education will soon drop off you when you leave school. So try to think
for yourselves, ask questions, read the newspapers intelligently. Do not do just enough
to slip by from day to day. Try to develop a real intellectual interest in at least a
few branches of study. Make full use of your talents whether you be a ten-talent
person or a one-talent person.
Lastly, I hope that while you are at school you will not have only lesson-book
interests, but will learn to enjoy good books — books that have stood the test of time.
Through books you will be able to live with the greatest minds of the ages. They will
"give you advice when you seek it, never be impatient of your dulness, refresh you
when you are weary, sing with you when you are glad, stimulate you when your
Now a word to the Seniors. Many of you are planning to go on to College. In
my mind I have divided you into three groups. In the first group are those — a few
only — who are going out of real intellectual interest. In the second group are those who
are going from a practical point of view, because they feel that a College education
will help them to get a better position later. Both of these objects are worthy ones.
Then there is the third group made up of those who are attracted largely by the
social activities and the social prestige which a College provides. These are the girls
who are in danger of putting pleasure and self-gratification first — of making them the
main object in life, to which all other ideals are sacrificed. If you put pleasure first it
leads to a gradual lowering of your standards. We all wish for happiness, but pleasure
and happiness are two different things. Pleasure is an external thing — it comes from
the outside. Happiness comes from within. It conies from the satisfaction of work
well and truly done, of thoughtfulness for others, of forgetfulness of self, of respect for
other people as persons, of an appreciation of the beautiful in Nature, in Music, in
Art, in Literature. Tn short, true happiness comes from the satisfaction of a life fully
and worthily lived.
KING'S HALL, CO MPT ON
Lorna Murray— " Murph" Montcalm
Rimouski, Quebec 1954-5(1
"A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men."
Head Girl; Form Captain VIA; Choir; Literature Club; Dramatics;
Glee Club: Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Public Speaking VIA;
Chairman of Art Jury.
Teams:— Basketball-School; Soccer-School: Volleyball-School; Tennis.
Favourite Expression: — "Fa bulous!"
Favourite Pastime : — Reminiscing.
Theme Song: — "Go Ridley Tiger."
$eab (girl's Jflegfiage
( >n first realizing that I had to write to you all, I wondered how I could possibly do it! However, now
that the year is nearly over there are several things I should like to mention.
First of all, F should like you to know how very much I have enjoyed being your Head Girl. At
times things were disheartening, and admittedly I felt rather discouraged, but such occasions were so few
that I need not mention (hem here. This year has indeed been happy and each one of you has contributed
towards making it so.
Sometimes you probably thought thai 1 was being unreasonable or was "picking" on you, but
when I found you doing your reducing exercises on the floor after lights, much to your room-mate's
amusement, or paying your respects next door at eleven p.m. how could I help being "crabby?"
I know that every year someone says, "The school spirit has been wonderful!" And here 1 am, about to
say the same thing. Hut I do mean it sincerely, because the enthusiasm has been outstanding. A friendly
atmosphere and a perseverance I hrough difficult I imes have been two of the chief factors inthis year's success.
To next year's Head Girl and Prefects I want to wish the very best of luck! You may be sure
that I shall think of you often. I know I speak for all the Prefects when I say, "It's been a, pleasure and
a privilege to w ork with you."
God bless you,
Someone else who has been with the School the
same length of lime is George Groundwater. Our
thanks to him for his many years of service. Old
Girls will remember George's footsteps in the quiet
hours as the night watchman made his rounds.
The present girls actually see George as he paints,
mends and skilfully deals with the many problems
of keeping King's Hall in one piece. Thank you
On behalf ol the School I would like to extend
sincere thanks and appreciation to Miss Keyzer
who has devoted thirty years to King's Hall.
Never has anyone contributed so much to the
School. It's impossible to express in words how
important Miss Keyzer is to us all. Without her
we'd stagger down to breakfast hair uncombed,
shoe laces undone and tie non-exislanl ! How would
we ever get out tooth-paste, sham poo, notepaper and
MAIL! Needless to say we'd be lost without her.
KING'S HALL, Co MPT ON
Shirley Morris— "Shirl" Mai
Cornwall, Ontario ]
"He who asks a question is a fool for five minute;
He who never asks a question remains a fool forever."
Head of Macdonald; Literature Club; Dramatics; Glee Clul
Events; Junior Red Cross; Sports Captain VB-VIA.
Teams:— Basketball-School; Soccer-School; Volleyball-School.
Ambition: — To go into scientific research.
Probable Destination: — Being shot to the moon.
Pet Aversion:— People who tell me 1 have a "different" laugh.
Joslyn Carter — "Lyn" Ah
"Her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low
— an excellent thing in woman."
Prefect mi Macdonald; Library Committee; Literature Club
Producer VIA; Dramatics; Glee Club; Current Events; Junior Red Cross;
Public Speaking VIA; Bell ringer MA.
Teams: — Basketball-House; Soccer-School; Volleyball-School.
Favourite Expression: — "Laugh? I thought I'd die."
Pet Aversion: — Zooming down the slopes at Hillcrest.
Theme Song: — "Button up your overcoat."
Dixi Lambert — "Lam" Montcalm
Montreal, Quebec 1955-59
"A laugh as contagious as a yawn."
Head of Montcalm; Library Committee; Choir; Literature Club; Dra-
matics; Play Producer VIA; Glee Club; Current Events; Junior Red
Cross; Public Speaking VIA.
Teams: — Basket ball-House; Soccer-School; Volleyball-School.
Favourite Pastime: — Trying to keep a serious face.
Pet Aversion: — Her goldfish.
Theme Song: — "Next week is work week."
1! 155-5! I
"All the world is mad
But me and thee (ami thee a little bit.)"
Rideau; Form Captain VIA; Library
Dramatics; Literature Club; Glee Club; Current
Cross; Public Speaking VIA.
Teams: — Basketball-School; Soccer-School
Favourite Expression: — "Panic."
Ambition: — To see the world.
Probable Destination: — Joining the navy.
Judith Bicnell — "Judy" Rideau
Quebec, Quebec 1953-59
"Behind that innocent face lies a mischievous smile."
Prefect on Rideau; Crucifer; Form Captain IVA, VIB; Library Committee;
Choir; Literature Club; Dramatics; Glee Club; Current Events: Junior
Teams: — Basketball-House ; Soccer-School ; Volleyball-School.
Favourite Expression: — "Who? Me?"
Ambition: — To be a teacher.
Pet Aversion: — Snakes, daddy-long-legs and his clan.
Judy Hingston — "Judes" Macdonald
Westmount, Quebec 1955-59
"Time's valuable so why waste it working."
School Sports Captain; Form Captain VA; Library Committee; Literature
Club; Dramatics; Glee Club; Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Public
Teams: —Basketball-House; Scooer-School: Volleyball-School.
Favourite Expression: — "Snappy!"
Ambition: — To be a second Einstein.
Probable Destination: — Being (lie first Hingstein.
KING'S HALL, CO M P T N
Janet Taylor .gdeau
Lennoxville, Quebec (j 1(, 5b-59
"Friends, Romans, Countrymen— lend me your — ."
School Sports Captain: Library Committee; Literature Club; Glee Club;
Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Sports Captain VIA.
Teams:— Basket ball-House ; Soccer-School ; Volleyball-Form.
Ambition: — To fly a plane.
Probable Destination:— Her head in the clouds— figuratively.
Favouri I e Expression : — "Weaslc !"
Kate Reed— "Katers" Montcalm
Montreal, Quebec 1955-59
"A little snoozing now and then without the thought of book or pen."
Residence Captain; Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics;
Glee Club; Public Speaking VIA; Current Events; Junior Red Cross.
Teams: -Basket ball- House; Soccer-School: Volleyball-School.
Ambition:— Paris for an education.
Probable Destination: — Paris! -Education ?
Pet Aversion:— People who go through a revolving door on her push.
Beverley Shannon — "Bev" Macdonald
Westmount, Quebec 1956-59
"Love makes the world go round."
Residence Captain; Library Committee: Literature Club; Dramatics;
(dee Club; Current Events; Junior Red Cross, Secretary-Treasurer;
Sports Captain VIA.
Teams: — Basketball-School : Soccer-School ; Volleyball-School.
Favourite Expression:— "Seriously- what am I going to do?"
Pet Aversion: — (iirls who streak' their hair.
Theme Song:— "Problems."
Elizabeth Price — "Liz"
"Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt."
Form Captain VB-Matric; Choir: Literature Club; Dramatics; (dee
Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Sports Captain VB.
Teams:— Basketball-House; Soccer-School; Volleyball-School .
Ambition: - Dog handler.
Probable Destination: -Having the dogs handle her.
Theme Song: — "I guess things happen that way."
Ann Taylor "Tay"
Toronto, ( )ntario
"Why should the devil have all the tun?"
Form Captain Matric; Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics-
UeeUub;( urrenl Events ; Junior Red Cross, President; Sports Captain
Teams: Basketball-School; Soccer-School; Volleyball-School; Badminton
Ambition: ]<> get her M.R.S.
Probable Destination: Professional baby-sitter.
Prototype: Andy Pandy.
"I was born this way. What's your excuse?"
XW n r VB ' l V £ ; L i braJ 7 Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics-
Glee Club; Current^ Events; Junior Red Cross; Public Speaking VIA '
Teams:; -Basketball-House; Soccer-House; Volleyball-House
I'avounte Expression:— "There goes another faithful failure "
Ambition: — Bachelor of Science in Nursing.
Probable Destination; -Nursing bachelors.
KING'S HALL, COMPTON
Rosemary Christensen — "Rosie" R it lean
Montreal, Quebec 1954-59
"Genius is the ability to avoid work."
Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics; Glee Club; Currcnl
Events; Junior Red Cross; Public Speaking VIA.
Teams: — Basketball-House ; Soccer-School ; Volleyball-Schoi >l .
Ambition: — To be a lady of leisure.
Probable Destination: — Dying of boredom.
Pet Aversion: — People who tell me I'm slow.
Joan Cordeau Rideau
Westmount, Quebec L954-59
"I agree with no man's opinion; 1 have some of my own."
Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics; Glee Club: Current
Events; Junior Red Cross; Public Speaking VIA.
Teams: — Basketball-House; Soccer-House; Volleyball-] louse.
Favourite Expression: — "Well whipidoo."
Theme Song: — "Thumbelina."
Gale Davis Montcalm
Knowlton, Quebec 1955-59
"La punctuality est la politesse des rois."
Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics: Magazine Committee;
Glee Club; Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Public Speaking VIA.
Teams: — Basketball-House; Soccer-House; Volleyball-House.
Ambition: — To be a second Picasso.
Pet Aversion: — People who say I'm gone with the wind.
Theme Song: — "Wild is the wind."
Helen Gibb-Carsley — "Hels" Rideau
Como, Quebec It 157-5!)
"Hurrying is so ungraceful; avoid it."
Library Committee; Literature Club; Glee Club; Current Events; Junior
Teams: — Basketball-School ; Soccei--Hou.se; Volleyball-House.
Favourite Expression: — "I couldn't be late — you must be early."
Favourite Pastime: — Drawing intricate designs for a three seater Sputnick
to "the hill" and back.
Nancy Glass — "Og" Macdonald
Lennoxville, Quebec 1955-59
"It's better to be silent and be thought a fool,
than to speak and remove all doubt."
Form Captain VIA; Choir; Literature Club; Dramatics; Magazine
Committee; Glee Club; Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Public Speaking
Teams: — Basketball-House; Soccer-School; Volleyball-School.
Prototype' : — Mae West .
Theme Song: — "Looking Back."
Favourite Expression: — "There is method in my madness."
Susan Hanson — "Sue" Macdonald
Lennoxville, Quebec 1956-59
"My mind's made up! Don't confuse me with Tacts."
Library Committee; Choir; Literature Club; Dramatics: Glee Club:
Current Events; Junior Red Cross.
Teams: — Basketball-House; Soccer-School ; Volleyball-School ; Badminton.
Ambition: — To be a doctor.
Probable Destination: — A Ubangi witch-doctor.
Favourite Expression:— "Oh bugs!"
KING'S HALL^C OMPTON
Susan Haeshav — "Sue'
"The most completely lost ol all days m
is that on which one has not laughed.
ribrarv Committee; Choir; Literature Club; Dramatics;
'"Current Events; Junior Red Cross ^ffigffig^
Teams— Basketball-House; Soccer-House, Volleyball House.
Pet Aversion:— Loose-leafs that just walk away. m
Favourite Expression:— "Je ne sais pas what to do.
Diannb Hoknig— Di 1955-59
Bolton Centre, Quebec ,,
"Eat drink, and be merry lor tomorrow we eat, drink and be merry.
Library Committee; Choir; Literature Club; Dramatics; Magazine
Committee? Idee Club; Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Sports
Ambition: -To be a psychiatrist.
Probable Destination;— To be psychoanalysed.
Pet Aversion:— The other girl.
Li C1NDA Lyman— "Cindy"
"Gentlemen prefer blondes.
Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics; Gl(
Events; Junior Red Cross; Public Speaking \ LA.
Teams:— Basketball-House; Soccer-House: \ olleyball-HoUE
Favourite Pastime:— Using H2-02-
Ambition:— To weigh 105 lbs.
Pet Aversion: — Unanswered phone calls.
Barbara Murray "Barb" Montcalm
Lennoxville, Quebec 1956-59
"Why lake life seriously? You'll never get out of it alive."
Library Committee; Literature Club: (dee Club; Current Events; Junior
Red Cross; Public Speaking VIA.
Teams:- Basketball-House; Soccer-House; Volleyball-House; Badminton.
Favourite Expression: — "1 can'l stand it!"
Ambition: —Archaeologist .
Probable Destination: — Being buried alive.
NiFHH Parsons "Jen" Montcalm
le Compton, Rhode Island, U.S.A. 1953-59
"( !el thee behind me Satan."
aiy Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics; (dee Club; Current
vents: Junior Red Cross; Form Captain IVA; Sports Captain VB;
ublic Speaking VIA; Magazine Representative IVA.
ms: Basketball-House; Soccer-School; Volleyball-House.
ourite Expression: — "Tell me how much fun we're having."
Aversion: — People who ask which metropolis is smaller Compton or
,il I le ( Jompton.
Hi I'll Pevbblby
St. Andrews East, Quebec
"A merry heart doeth good like medicine."
Form Captain VA, VIB; Head of Library Committee; Choir
Club; Dramatics; Producer of Maine Entertainment;
Committee VB-VIB; Glee Club; Curerenl Events; Junior
Public Speaking VTA; Sports Captain VB.
Teams: Basket ball-House; Soccer-School; Volleyball-School.
Ambition: -To own a motor scooter.
Probable Destination:— Miss Tricycle 1960.
Theme Song: "Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered."
K I N G ' S HA L L , C M PTON
Bonnie Penhalb — "Bonsch"
Thetford Mines, Quebec
"Character is what we are; reputation is what people think we
Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics; Glee Club;
Events; Junior Red Cross.
Teams: — Basketball-School; Soccer-School ; Volleyball-School.
"What do we have
Prototype : — Alvin.
Pet Aversion: — People who think my
Penelope Thkospy — "Penny" Rideau
South Lancaster, Ontario 1955-59
"There are two sides to every argument — my side and the wrong side."
Choir; Literature Club; Dramatics; Magazine Committee; Glee Club;
Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Public Speaking VIA; Sports Captain
Teams : — Basketball-House ; Soccer-School ; Volleyball-School.
Favourite Expression: — "There must be 99 ways."
Favourite Pastime : — Daydreaming.
Theme Song: — "Maybe Tormorrow."
Prudence Troop — "Jamey" Macdonald
Toronto, Ontario 1956-59
"A fool is a man who is intelligent at the wrong time."
Head of Library Committee; Choir; Literature Club; Dramatics; Glee
Club; Magazine Committee; Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Public
Ambition: — To act on the stage.
Probable Destination: — Getting over that stage.
Theme Song: — "Mademoiselle de Paris."
"Some are born great, some achieve greatness,
some have greatness thrust upon them." — I'm still waiting!"
Form Captain VB; Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics;
Glee Club; Editor Per Annos; Current Events; Junior Red Cross; Public
Teams: — Basketball-House; Soccer-School; Volleyball-School ; Badminton.
Prototype: — Peter Rabbit.
Ambition : — Private Secretary.
Pet Aversion: — Bells!!
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Joan Wright — "Wrong" M
"Sure I know what's going on. I just don't understand it.
Library Committee; Literature Club; Dramatics; Glee Club;
Events; Magazine Committee; Junior Red Cross; Public Speak
Teams: — Basketball-School ; Soccer-House ; Volleyball-House.
Ambition: — To be a nurse.
Probable Destination: — Nursing home.
Pet Aversion: — People who tell me I'm off tune.
Pamela Wright — "Pam" Rideau
Saint John, New Brunswick 1956-59
"What can you expect when a day begins with
getting up in the morning."
Library Committee; Choir; Literature Club; Glee Club; Current Events;
Junior Red Cross.
Teams: — Volleyball-Form.
Prototype : — Chipmunk.
Favourite Pastime: — Chocolate-choeolate-choeolate.
Pet Aversion: — People who call my favourite perfume "cucumbers."
KING'S HALL, COMPTON
School opened for the Christmas Term kept.
Appointment of the Prefects Se P ! - 12
Matric Entertainment 0ct - 4
Thanksgiving Week-end 0ct - ' ] ~ 14
Soccer Match— S.H.S. vs. K.H.C. at K.H.C 0ct - r
Illustrated Talk on Diocese of the Arctic ■ • 0ct - 19
Soccer Match— B.C.S. vs. K.H.C. at K.H.C Oct. 22
Soccer .Match- K.H.C. vs. S.H.S. at Sherbrooke ■ ■ ■ Oct. 23
National Ballet in Sherbrooke Nov - ]
Soccer Match— B.C.S. vs. K.H.C. at K.H.C Nov. 4
Hallowe'en Supper -^ ov - '
Tea Dance at B.C.S ■ ■ Nov. 15
H.M.S. Pinafore Nov. 21
Mrs. Carrington's visit and speech Nov. 22
Volleyball Match— B.C.S. vs. K.H.C. at K.H.C Nov. 26
Ann Taylor's report on Red Cross Meeting Nov. 30
Miss Gillard's Birthday Dec 4
Early morning carols by Choir Dec. (>
Nativity Play, Carol Service, Christmas Party Dec. 7
School Closed for Christmas Vacation Dec. 1 1
School re-opened for Easter Term Jan. 7
Piano Concert by Mr. Rouhakine Jan. 14
Choir sang at St. George's Anglican Church, Lennoxville Feb. 1
Illustrated Talk on Gibb-MacFarlane Tour Feb. 14
Performance by Shivaram, accompanied by Miss Lightfoot Feb. 21
"Doll's House"— VI A . . . .Feb. 22
"Saint Joan"— B.C.S Feb. 27
Concert by Miss Blaikie and Mr. Morgan Feb. 28
"Riders to the Sea"— VI A .... Mar. 1
Annual School Dance Mar. (>
"Diary of Anne Frank" at U.B.C Mar. 7
Bishop's University Glee Club Mar. 1 1
School closed for Easter Vacation Mar. 18
School re-opened for Summer Term Apr. 2
Red Cross Supper Apr. 5
"Riders to the Sea" at Youth Festival Apr. 1 1
Illustrated talk on India by Dr. C. Jackson Apr 1 2
Illustrated Talk on Wild Life at Night by Howard Cleaves Apr. 17
Piano Recital by Miss Anna Macdonald Apr 19
Sugaring-off Party at Mr. and Mrs. Johann's Apr. 20
Confirmation Mav 9
"New School of Wives" — VI B jy[ ay 1()
The Long Week-end May ],;_ 18
School Closing j uno 4 5
KING'S H A L L , C M P T N
It is only in the last decade that the North has
been thought of as part of Canada, instead of just a
barren waste attached to the North American
Continent. Now we realize the wealth of the
deposits of minerals there and we recognize its
importance as a defence base. Hence more white
people and Eskimos are beginning to live and work
together in modern communities. This is largely
due to the efforts of such people as Bishop Bompas,
Bishop Fleming, Bishop Stringer, and, of course,
On November Kith Bishop Marsh paid us a
visit and by means of his detailed slides took us
on a tour of this wonderful North-Country. We
saw such scenes as the new school in Aklavik, the
towering grandeur of the banks of the MacKenzie
against the blue sky, and the Eskimo catechist
taking a service in the absence of an ordained min-
ister. Bishop Marsh's diocese stretches a thousand
miles from west to east and fifteen hundred miles
from north to south. He is continually travelling —
by dog-sled, ship, plane and even snow-mobile.
Bishop Marsh told us stories of the Eskimos' com-
plete trust in white people. If this trust, however,
is broken it takes a long time to restore the faith
of these child-like people.
Bishop Marsh's visit will he long remembered
here at King's Hall, and we are looking forward to
keeping our "date" with him in the Arctic in a
few years time.
Charlotte Stevens, VI A.
MRS. CARRINGTON'S VISIT
As always when an occasion arises to change the
routine, we look forward to it; hid when we are told
that Mrs. Carrington is going to pay us a visit, we
look forward to it with special enthusiasm because
we know from experience how delightfully in-
teresting her talks always are.
This year, Mrs. Carrington told us about the trip
that she and the Archbishop took to England.
Archbishop Carrington went to attend the Lambeth
Conference being held in London, and Mrs.
Carrington, like so many other wives, accompanied
her husband. There were representatives at the
conference from all corners of the globe, and we
could picture the colourful and beautiful costumes
as Mrs. Carrington vividly described them. While
the men worked, the wives were not lacking en-
tertainment for the Queen had a garden party in
their honour. There were the famous London shops
to visit, and the renowned places to see.
When asked for details of the conference itself,
Mrs. Carrington told us that such topics as Church
union, the Church's part in to-day's world situa-
tion, and the Church in India and Japan, were
As usual after a talk, we were allowed to ask
questions. There is no need, I am sure, to say how
much we enjoyed and appreciated the talk as our
interest was shown in the number and variety of
Judy House VI A.
MR. HOWARD CLEAVES'
"ANIMALS AND BIRDS AT NIGHT"
On Friday, April 8, we were very fortunate in
having Mr. Howard Cleaves, the well-known
photographer of wild-life visit us. After demon-
strating some of his unusual photographic equip-
ment, and explaining his technique for taking
motion pictures in the night, he showed us his
fascinating and colourful him of wild animals.
Among the pictures were some excellent shots of
the fox, skunk, deer, rabbit, various waterfowl, and
other wild animals. These interesting pictures, as
well as Mr. Cleaves' unique sense of humour and
very good narrative powers, made the evening a
most enjoyable one for all.
Mart Molson, VI B.
CONCERT BY McGILL STUDENTS
On Saturday, February 28, we were entertained
by two students from the McGill Conservatory of
Music, Mr. George Morgan, tenor, and Miss Mary
Blaikie, pianist. Miss Blaikie played selections from
Domenico Scarlatti, Beethoven, Schumann, and
Bartok. Besides, she accompanied Mr. Morgan
when he sang a medley of folk songs and numbers
by Henry Purcell, Shubert, and Ravel. Throughout
the concert Mr. Morgan gave explanations which
helped us to appreciate the music more thoroughly.
The concert ended with an effective version of
"Old Mother Hubbard," sung by Mr. Morgan. The
performance was enjoyed by everyone and we hope
that McGill Conservatory students will again give
us the pleasure of another concert.
Cherry Bower, VI A.
KING'S HA L L , C O M PTOX
DR. JACKSON'S ILLUSTRATED LECTURE
One day thirty-six years ago a teacher named
Constance Jackson went into the district of Kongra
in India. She found, however, when she visited the
people that the sick were brought to her to receive
medical attention. She realized then that she must
have some knowledge of the diseases of India to help
the pooi' in the way she had intended. Miss Jackson
then went to the Ludhiana Medical College and
received her degree.
Dr. Jackson paid us a visit on April 12th, and
with the aid of slides, told us about her life and
work in India. She said there are now seven clinics
in the villages of the Kongra district and that in
1957 forty thousand patients came to receive
medical aid. As one can see from these figures,
Dr. Jackson's efforts have indeed been recognized.
Unlike the situation in China and Japan, very
few people in any one year are converted to
Christianity in India. At the age of twenty-one an
Indian may choose his religion; however, if he
becomes a Christian he may never again live in his
Dr. Jackson impressed upon us the need for
teachers, nurses, and doctors in that country, and
hoped that some of us would one day go out and
help these people of India.
Charlotte Stkvkns. VI A.
On the first of November a bus-load of girls
left King's Hall to sec The National Ballet of
Canada at the Granada Theatre in Sherbrooke.
They returned full of admiration for the dancers
and their performance.
The matinee began with "Les Rendez-vous," a
Ballet Divertissement in which the ballerinas
appeared in lovely white dresses with red trimmings
contrasting with the blue pants and white shirts
of the men. "Lilac Garden" followed with the
well-known Lois Smith as the bride-to-be, David
Adams as her lover, and Donald Mahler as the
man she must marry. In this touching and charming
story the dancers communicated their emotions
with such grace and feelings that one could not
help pitying them in their sad plight. After "Lilac
Garden" we were very well entertained by the
amusing Act 4 of "The Nutcracker Suite." I know
that all the girls were sorry when the matinee
ended, but they are looking forward to seeing the
Ballet again next year.
Janet Beattie, VI A.
Everyone was greatly anticipating the unusual
event of having Shivaram, a Hindu temple dancer,
perform for us, as he was certainly the first Hindu
dancer to come to King's Hall. As we went into the
Prep Hall on that night in February, we were at
once swept into the strange hushed silence and
dimmed lighting of an Oriental atmosphere. The
performance began with an introduction from the
dancer's interpreter and narrator, Miss Lightfoot.
Though a native Australian, she wore a softly-
coloured sari and sandals. She explained how she
had first become interested in the Indian dance,
and how Shivaram, wishing to travel and perform
before foreign audiences, had asked her to help
him accomplish this.
The Hindu proved to be a small, dark, and very
flexible young man with long black hair and large
striking eyes. Miss Lightfoot began by explaining-
how the Indian boys learn to dance, and what
some of the various hand, face, and eye movements
of the Kathikali dancing mean. The actual dances
which were done in various most expressive
costumes, included a kite dance, a snake-charmer's
dance, a dance interpreting the words of a poem, a
hermit's dance, and, as a beautiful climax, the
dance of a peacock. All were performed to authentic
Indian music. The audience was left speechless by
the unique and fascinating dances.
Jamkv Troop, Matric.
THE DIARY OF ANNE FRANK
Once again the Bishop's University Dramatic
Club distinguished itself in a, top-notch per-
formance of "The Diary of Anne Frank." This was
attended by VI A and Matric on March seventh.
We were introduced to the mood of the play at
I he beginning when the Star of David and the
swastika were revealed on a black background and
a record of Jewish music was played. The curtain
opened and great applause was given the excellent
reproduction of the authentic stage set— a hide-
away for Jews in an Amsterdam warehouse during
World War II. The expert lighting created an even
more realistic effect.
Tony Vincent as Otto Frank, Susan Anglin as
Mrs. Frank, Marie-Claude Mever as Anne and
Antonia Mitchell as Margot gave a moving
portrayal of the Frank family and their situation.
In the production of this play Bishop's has
indeed scored a triumph.
Judy Bignell, Matric.
KING'S HALL, CO MPT OX
On Saturday, February 27, the Matrics and
VI A's were fortunate enough to be able to attend
Shaw's "Saint Joan." The play was presented by
Bishop's College School, with the role of Joan
being taken by Susan McCubbin of Lennoxville
High School. The acting was vivid and extremely
polished. An atmosphere of fifteenth century
France was created by the unpretentious scenery,
the very effective lighting, and the well-designed
The performance was carried off very smoothly
before an attentive and appreciative audience.
On November 21st we went to see "H.M.S.
Pinafore" at Bishop's University. All the girls
wishing to attend — and that included nearly all
of us — were packed into buses. After singing our
way over to Bishop's, we thoroughly enjoyed a
performance of Gilbert and Sullivan's best-known
operetta. All the songs and choruses were suffi-
ciently impressed on our minds to be rendered
somewhat less tunefully at following sing-songs
back at King's Hall. We shall remember this outing
as one of the most enjoyable evenings of the first
Janet Simms, VI A.
THE ANNUAL SCHOOL DANCE
The "Formal" this year was held on the night
of February 6, and I am sure that all who attended
will agree with me that it was a dance which will
long be remembered as a grest success. The VI A's
can well be proud of the effect they achieved with
their decorations. The setting chosen was a Oriental
one, "An Inn of Many Lanterns." The Walls of
the gym were hung with brilliantly coloured posters
which announced the Chinese "Hit Parade." Multi-
coloured lanterns were suspended from the ceiling,
while even the people who served the refreshments
were dressed in Chinese costume.
As well as our usual guests, B.C.S. upper school,
the Senior class from Stanstead also attended the
dance. This year there was no dearth of partners.
We all hope that the "Formals" of the future will
be as enjoyable as this year's dance.
The Thanksgiving week-end was looked forward
to very eagerly by all because last year the holiday
had to be postponed on account of the 'flu epidemic.
Saturday was a beautiful "blue and gold" day with
the sun shining on the autumn leaves. Everyone
in the school went out for at least one of the three
free days, thanks to the thoughtfulness of those
parents who were able to come to Conipton. Miss
Gillard was also very kind when it came to cancelling
a few order-marks for this special occasion.
Sunday was just as pleasant a day as Saturday.
North Hatley was buzzing with Bishop's and
Compton gatherings. There is usually a tea dance
at Bishop's on Thanksgiving Monday, but this
had to be postponed because a new gym was being
built. In spite of this, however, the holiday seemed
almost as enjoyable and successful as it has always
been in the past. Of course we knew that the
Bishop's tea dance would take place later. It did,
as you will see in one of the other reports.
Sx t san Harshaw, Matric.
THE TEA DANCE
On Saturday afternoon, November fifteenth, the
annual tea dance took place. It was a little later in
the season than usual because it had to wait until
the new gymnasium at Bishop's College School had
been completed. Having arrived at the school and
having taken off our coats, we were escorted to
the new building by the partner assigned to us.
This system was introduced last year at the Formal
and proved very successful. As no one had yel
seen the interior of the building it was a thrill
for all to enter it for the first time.
The dance started immediately, and the time
passed very quickly. At six o'clock the supper
dance was announced, after which everyone
descended to the dining room where a delicious
supper of sandwiches, cookies and cakes, tea,
coffee and milk was quickly devoured.
After that we progressed upstairs where we
were again entertained by the North Hatley band.
Several dances, such as the Elimination Dance and
the Multiplication Dance brightened the afternoon
considerably. All had a good time and numerous
sighs were heard when "Cod save the Queen"
ended the dance. The girls regretfully said good-
bye, bringing to a close the tea dance of 1959, a
most successful one.
Pat McLean, VI A.
KING'S HALL, COMPTON
A flash of red! That was Daphne hounding across
the stage shouting "Variety is the spice of life."
And variety was the theme of the '59 Matric
Following the Toast to K.H.C., the pantomimed
"Tale of Peggy Sue" provided much amusement,
Then the lights dimmed and to the mysterious
music of the Orient, Jamey Troop began to dance.
This was followed by a Russian murder mystery-
the villains failed to murder our Miss Keyzersnof.
To the music of the March of the Wooden
Soldiers alternating black and red figures marched
on the stage and proceeded to dance the 'Can Can' !
The failure of black stockings to hold up produced
pink faces and much amusement. Relief showed
plainly on certain faces as the curtains closed.
The Matrics sang their own version of several
popular songs; these proved very popular with the
audience. Miss Gillard was then called to the stage
to receive her Golden Record. The final song was
most effective — lyrics by Matrics to the lovely
tune You'll Never Walk Alone .
Good luck Matrics '59! Come back soon!
VI A Small
On November sixth, our gay and festive Hall-
owe'en party was enjoyed by both Staff and girls.
It began with the Hallowe'en Supper in the dining
room, which had been decorated very cleverly and
originally by Miss Dexter and some of the AT B's.
Following the supper, a masquerade party was
held in the Gym. Each Form had worked all week
on costumes and skits; it was now time for- the
School to see the results. The variety was amazing.
Some were there as black cats; a group did an
interpretation of the record "Witch Doctor" ; others
were dressed to represent different colleges; some
went as a pyjama party and others as Charleston
dancers. A collection of green characters puzzled
us until we realized that they were worms. Songs
were sung, including that French Canadian
favourite, "Alouette." Prizes were then given for
the prettiest costume, the most original, and the
funniest. The evening, full of fun and thoroughly
enjoyed by all, came to an end with the singing of
JOSETTE COCHAND, VI B.
CAROL SERVICE AND CHRISTMAS PARTY
In June one rarely thinks of Christmas! Yet,
when the eye falls on the Magazine article reporting
the Christmas Carol Service and party, bright
pictures flood back to the mind. We remember the
pageant in which the Three Kings humbly knelt
before the Christ Child, the sweetness of the little
page's voice and our surprise when what we thought
was a backdrop parted, revealing singing angels
dressed in white. This pageant was put on by the
Junior School directed by Miss Hewson.
The French carols sung by each Form gave us
an international feeling of kinship with all nations
celebrating the birth of Christ, After the polished
and beautiful anthems of the choir the school
moved down the candle-lit passage, which was
lined by robed choir members, and into the lounge
to the music of an organ, a piano, and a flute, played
respectively by Mrs. Aitken, Miss Macdonald, and
The lounge had been decorated by the VI A's
with pine boughs and with posters wishing all a
Merry Christmas in five different languages. The
Matrics entertained us with skits and clever
dialogue until down the chimney came Santa him-
self! He had presents in his bag and his helpers
rhymes for all the Staff. As we finish by picturing
the happy group of girls, the choir, the performers,
the musicians, the Staff and the guests singing-
carols around the tree our minds fade back to the
present, It is not really so difficult to think of
December in June when one has memories like
Alix Palk, VI A.
THE DOLL'S HOUSE
On Sunday evening, February 22, four girls
presented a condensed version of Ibsen's "The
Doll's House." Jamey Troop was outstanding as
Norah, and Joan Cony, Judy House, and Janet
Beattie were very convincing as Torvald, Mrs.
Linden, and Krogstad respectively. The play is set
in Norway in the late nineteenth century and is an
interesting and vivid portrayal of human relation-
ships, and the position of women in that era,
The scenery and costumes were very well done
and deserve special mention. "The Doll's House"
was begun last year, but so much time was lost
during the flu epidemic that the production had to
be cancelled. However, we all enjoyed it immensely
this year, and many thanks go to the actresses and
hehind-scenes helpers for an excellent production.
Lyn Carter, Matric.
K I N G ' S HALL, CO M P T N
"RIDERS TO THE SEA"
On the evening of March 1, a group of accom-
plished actresses from VI A produced "Riders to the
Sea," an Irish tragedy by Synge.
This play tells the story of an old woman, a
fisherman's widow (Alix Palk), who had lost her
husband and five sons at sea. She tries, when the
play opens, to persuade her last son (Dione
Newman) not to venture out fishing. However, the
two daughters (Cynthia Cordon and Charlotte
Stevens) both feel that he should go. Fishing is his
life's work. He leaves, and in a short time meets the
fate of the others.
The minor roles were played by Diana Stewart,
Margot McMurrich, Heather Grant, Bonnie Ross,
and Sherrill Xorcross.
The acting was so good that the tragic atmo-
sphere vital to the play was fully communicated
to the audience. The Irish dialect was extremely
well done and added greatly to the atmosphere.
The scenery deserves special mention. As the
curtain rose we found ourselves in a typical Irish
cottage, with fishing nets strung along the
weathered walls and a view through the half-door
of a stormy sea with the spray flying, as great
waves broke on a jagged coast. An old wood stove,
a peat-loft, and some clothes hanging on pegs at
the back gave an air of authenticity. I have never
seen scenery so well-done or so realistic in any
King's Hall play. The artists responsible were
Penny Ayre, Anne Smith, and Joan Corry, under
Miss Dexter's direction.
Many thanks to Miss Prosser and all her cast
for a very moving and memorable performance.
This play received second place in the Youth
Drama Festival at Sherbrooke on April 18, with
Alix Palk winning the award as the best actress in
Dixi Lambert, Matric
This year VI A arranged a Variety Show on
January 23rd for the entertainment of the school.
Three weeks later, the VI B class put on a similar
performance. As each girl and staff entered the Prep
Hall, she was required to contribute fifteen cents
towards the Red Cross.
Since the girls were allowed only one rehearsal
for the jokes and the "take-offs" on television
programmes, nobody expected a perfect production,
but everyone really did have a good laugh, espe-
cially the actresses.
Gay Bell, VI B.
MISS MACDONALD'S CONCERT
This year we again realize. I how fortunate we are
to have such an accomplished pianist among us as
Miss MacdonaJd. The recital on April l!)th was
memorable for the thoughtful interpretation and
the well-controlled technique which Miss
Macdonald showed in her varied programme.
Bach opened the evening, in traditional fashion,
with the smooth, gentle Choral Preludes "Mortify
us by Thy Grace" and "Jesu, Joy of Man's
Desiring"; the dignified atmosphere was then dis-
pelled by an "Aria" by Leo- a delightful little
piece of nonsense in which the delicate tinkle of
the spinet was well captured. Then followed two
brillant Scarlatti Sonatas, excellent examples of
his music. The main work of the evening was the
magnificent Mendelssohn "Prelude, Fugue and
Chorale." This tremendous composition left the
audience spellbound by the sheer beauty of the
The second half of the programme opened with
"L'homme de colere"; then a sensitive, personal
version of Debussy's well-known "La Cathedrale
Engloutie" and the amusing "Chat et la Souris"
by the contempory American composer Aaron
Copland. Matthay's "Elves" and Santoliquido's
"Arabian Dancer" led the final group to a thrilling
performance of the Liszt "Polonaise" in E Major.
Miss Macdonald's introductory remarks about
each piece added much to the interest and enjoy-
ment of the evening, and the audience was very
reluctant to let her go after the two short encores.
We extend our deep gratitude to "our" pianist for
the countless hours spent in preparation and look
forward to another wonderful evening next year.
FRENCH PLAYS AND POEMS
Once every term under the direction of Madame
Landes the Juniors put on a group of small plays,
which are done with great finish and charm. Among
our favourites are "La Cloture" and "Les Lunettes
At the same time a few gills from each of the
Junior Forms and also from V A and VI B recite
poems which they have learned by heart. Not only
do these recitations help the individual with her
pronunciation, but they also test our comprehes-
sion of the language, and train our ear. We all
enjoy these French evenings and appreciate the
time and effort which make them possible.
Ann Smtth, VI A
KING'S HALL, COMPTON
THE PIANO RECITAL
Shortly before the Christmas holidays .some of
the music students gave the school a most enjoyable
piano recital, under the direction of Miss
Macdonald and Miss Hewson.
Following the recital certificates were presented
to those who had the last year's examinations in
theory and piano. Many thanks are due to all
those who participated in the performance and
made the evening such a success.
Francine Bieler, VI B.
THE CHOIR REPORT
The Choir has gained several members this year,
whom we "old-timers" are very happy to welcome
and who we hope will get as much pleasure from
the singing as we have done. A beneficial addition
was a "third-part," or tenor. This tenor adds
volume to the singing and we all agree that it is
With this innovation we started, in the first term,
on the three Christmas anthems, "Hark! How the
Bells," "Joy to the World," and a "Croon Carol"
which we later sang at the Carol Service. After this
service, held in the Prep. Hall, the Choir in their
robes lined the glass passage and by the light of
their candles sang carols as the Staff and the rest
of the school went through to the lounge for the
On the last Saturday of the Christmas term the
Choir arose at six-forty and went carolling. This is
an event looked forward to by all, especially the
Choir! Now we of the Choir would like to take the
opportunity of thanking Mrs. Aitken for the
delicious breakfast — with the beautiful decora-
tions- which she arranged for us when we came in.
The most interesting event of the winter term
was the trip to Lennoxville to sing in St. George's
Church. There we sans the anthem from the
"Elijah," "Lift Thine Eyes." After the service we
were the guests at lunch of the ladies of St. Marcia's
Guild. For all the Choir members this was indeed
a memorable day.
Now to the most importa.nl part of the Choir
Miss Macdonald. Throughout the year Miss
Macdonald has patiently taught us the hymns,
the psalms, and the special anthems. Without her
there just would not have been a Choir! So, many
thanks, Miss Macdonald, from the Choir of 1058-50.
Susan Hanson, Matric.
RED CROSS REPORT
Although King's Hall girls have been sewing for
the Red Cross for many years, it is only within
the last two years that we have had much organiza-
tion or much real understanding of what Red
Cross means. I gained a completely new conception
of it when I went to the High School Junior Red
Cross Conference in Montreal on November the
twenty-second. The conference was attended by
forty students representing the different schools of
Quebec Province. I was very much impressed with
their knowledge of the Red Cross work in general
and their enthusiasm for it. At this conference, I
had to give a speech on "What We Do," in which I
explained how the Red Cross was organized here
at King's Hall.
The following week, Miss Gillard asked me to
give the girls here a report of the meeting. The
report contained a brief outline of the events of the
day, and then I tried to express to them the feeling
they should have towards the Red Cross: that is
should not be a thing that they are obliged to
give to or work for, but that they should support
voluntarily in order to help others.
At the beginning of the second term, Miss How,
director of the Junior Red Cross Branch in
Montreal, very kindly sent us two movies. One
was "Red Cross Work," and showed how they
collect various articles and pack them to be sent
to the needy all over the world; the other was
"The Life of a Cerebral Palsey Child." This was
extremely interesting because it showed the latest
types of treatment which have geen developed.
Shortly after this, I asked the girls if they
thought it would be a nice idea for us to raise
enough money to lie able to buy a brace for a
crippled child. It was unanimously decided that
we should do this. Nearly every Form thought of
some method of raising money. For instance, the
VI A's and VI B's put on a Variety Show after
Prep on two Friday nights to which they charged
admission. The two classes together earned $32.51.
The V B's paid a small admission fee to their
weekly Bed Cross sewing group, while the IV B's
put five cents into a box every time they got, a
minus. In this way the IV B's collected $1.50 and
the V B's $11.00.
In one oi our meetings someone suggested thai
we should have a fudge and cookie sale. A few
weeks later the sale was held down in the cooking-
Lab. All the fudge and cookies had been made the
week before by the Forms which had Home
Economics classes. Everyone worked extremely
KING'S II A L L , C M P T ( ) X
hard on this, and the out-turn was terrific. Even
one of the Staff donated a batch of what she called
"special" fudge! Everything was sold, and alto-
gether we made $59.07.
While these extra events were going on, each
person in the school was making as many garments
as possible, or stuffing animals, or making scrap-
books. The Junior Forms and also V A and VI B
met once a week with their Form Mistresses, while
the VI A's and Matrics worked independently
when they found time. Most of the clothes made in
the regular Household Science classes were also
donated. We are more than grateful to Mademoi-
selle Dostie, who supervised the work, advised us,
and also helped us to organize the whole Red
Cross effort. Each girl was also asked to knit a
five-inch square. These squares are now being sewn
together into an afghan which will be sent to
Montreal along with the other things. By the end
of the second term the bulk of the Red Cross work
had been completed.
On April 5, the first Sunday of the last term, the
annual Red Cross Supper was held. For a change
this year, we charged an admission fee of one
article for a ditty bag. Manj r of the girls brought
more than their alloted item. Because of this and
help from the Staff, we have been able to put
together thirty-six ditty bags to be sent to the
Red Cross center in Montreal to help towards the
eight hundred bags Quebec is pledged to send
overseas this year. At the supper, the dining-room
as usual was decorated beautifully, with white
table cloths, red carnations, and candles. The menu
as always, was delicious. Thanks to Mrs. Aitken,
this portion of the evening went off very well
After supper all the girls and Staff collected in
the lounge where the Form Captains brought up to
Miss Gillard all the things their Forms had made,
and Miss Gillard held each article up separately
for ever3 r one to see. There was a great assortment
of things handed in, varying from tiny knitted
booties to large sweaters, and from baby clothes to
children's frilly dresses and skirts. Everything was
finished off beautifully and was clean and fresh,
ready to be sent away immediately.
At the end of the evening we raffled off a picture,
"A Kneeling Figure," drawn by Susan Brainerd,
which Miss Gillard had had beautifully framed.
Instead of drawing in the usual way for this, we
made everyone sit in suspense until the last name
was drawn. Marilyn Cowie was the lucky winner.
From this raffle VA earned the grand sum of $31.92.
The total amount we had at this point was $130.00.
We had intended to buy a brace with this money,
but on learning more about the new Heart-Lung
Apparatus needed at the Montreal Children's
Hospital, we decided that, if our money went
towards that, we would be helping a number of
people rather than only one by the brace.
Sometime during the last term we hope to have
another raffle and perhaps a White Elephant sale,
but if we are not able to do so, these events can
lead off next year's Red Cross work.
In closing I should like to thank all the girls on
the Red Cross Committee, Betty Jane Punnett
IV A, Janet Burgoyne V B, Kathy Stewart V A,
and Linda Fraser VI B. Without them the Red
Cross this year would not have been nearly as
successful. In thanking them, I should also like to
express my special thanks to Susan McMaster, the
secretary, because without her, I should have been
at a total loss; she was my right hand man all the
I should also like to wish the best of luck to next
year's president. I know she will enjoy her job as
much as I have done, because all the girls here are
so willing to work towards such an important cause
as the Junior Red Cross.
Variety Shows $32.51 V B's contr'n . $1 1 .00
Fudge & Cookie Sale 59.07 V A's raffle. . . 31.92
IV B's contribution . 1 .50 Total $130.00
Ann Taylor, Matric.
The Library Committee received a number of
new members this year, largely from VI A, although
a few came from VI B. After Christmas the
committee unanimously decided that the library
should be opened every night from 8:15 to 8:30
rather than twice a week as had been done pre-
viously. This seems to have encouraged reading
throughout the school. A list was kept each night
of the borrower and the book. Thus the where-
abouts of the books could be checked easily.
As always, the Matrics withdrew from the
committee at Christmas. The retiring executives,
Ruth Peverley, Wendy Whitehead and Jamey
Troop were replaced by two VI A's, Marilyn
Cowie and Cynthia Gordon.
We should like to thank all the members of the
committee for their cheerful and efficient co-
operation, and we also appreciate the time so
many of the younger girls gave to that tiresome
book-mending task. We hope that many of you
will join the committee when you reach VI B.
Marilyn Cowie, AT A.
KING'S HALL, COMPTON
HOUSEHOLD SCIENCE REPORT
If you want to find a busy and cheerful place at
King's Hall, you'll go down to Mademoiselle
Dostie's Lab. There on almost any day of the
week from half-past eight in the morning until a
quarter past three in the afternoon you will discover
girls cutting out, or else leaning over the cutting
tables to learn how to follow patterns; you will
see others practising at the sewing machines or
ironing the garments they have finished. Some
days the Lab will be devoted to cooking. Then you
will be offered a professional-looking sandwich or a
cookie hot and crunchy from the oven. Just before
the Red Cross Supper you would think you were
in an up-to-date dress shop, from the display of
beautifully made dresses, skirts, blouses, under-
cloths, and knitted articles waiting to be donated
to the Red Cross. All these things had been made
in the regular Household Science classes. Every
girl in the school from VIA to VIB has one hour a
week of Household Science.
In addition to these regular classes a more
extensive course is given to those wishing to
specialize in Household Science. These girls work
away quietly for many hours each day. It is only
when they put on a formal dinner or luncheon that
the rest of the school realizes what proficient
housekeepers they are becoming. It is from this
group, too, that the costume committees are
recruited when plays are being produced.
All the girls who take Household Science and
those who benefit from their work are indebted to
Mademoiselle Dostie for the enthusiasm which
makes the classes so successful.
SENIOR CURRENT EVENTS
Since the excellent programme "News Magazine"
has been presented on TV every Sunday evening,
the Senior Current Events group has been meeting
at that time. After the programme we have stayed
in the lounge where Miss Morris has discussed the
various items and problems brought up by Gordon
Burwash, and where we have taken full advantage
of the question period. We have enjoyed and
benefited from the sessions so much that we hope
they will be continued next year.
VI B CURRENT EVENTS
Every Thursday evening after Prep the VI B's
have Current Events. We gather in the lounge with
Airs. Doering who first reads us her news-letter from
England. When she has completed this, we ask
our questions. If there is any remaining time we
discuss events we may not have understood. Current
Events proves very interesting and helps us under-
stand what is going on in the busy world around us.
Judy Archer, VI B.
1 — ''Abstract Design" by Brooke Barrett, VIB
2 — "Jazz" — Water Color by Gale Davis
3 — "Galloping Horse" — Tempera
by Elizabeth Hampson, V A
4 — "Christmas Story" — Spontaneous Sketch
by Susan Brainerd, V A
-Imaginative Water Colour
by Rosalind Punnet t, VIA
5— "The View'
On entering the Art Room one is struck by the
exciting display of paintings on the wall. This year,
more than ever before, imaginative and spon-
taneous art has made its impact on many interested
students, with very satisfying results. Everyone,
I think, has enjoyed a little dip into abstract art.
A committee consisting of Lorna Murray, Joan
Howard, and Gale Davis has been choosing a
"picture of the week" to be hung downstairs in the
hall. This new idea is very popular, as many
people who do not usually see the work of the
Art Room are now able to do so.
We wish to offer many, many congratulations to
Susan Brainerd. She won a first prize in an inter-
national junior art contest sponsored by Prime
Minister Nehru of India, and had the honour of
being presented with her prize by the High Com-
missioner of India himself.
Several pictures of old and modern masters have
been added to the Art Room Library and have
brought enjoyment and inspiration to us all.
Extra activities such as making scenery, posters,
and decorations have continued as usual. The
decorations for the Dance showed a definite growth
in planning and executing a large-scale Art project
with maturity and beauty. The Art Studio is
seldom empty between the hours of half-past
eight in the morning and nine o'clock at night.
We owe much gratitude to Miss Dexter, who has
led on Compton's group of ardent artists, including
twelve who are planning to try for the McGill
matriculation. This year has been an exciting and
Gale Davis, Matric.
KING'S HALL, COMPTON
LING'S HALL, COMPTON
SPORTS CAPTAINS' REPORT
Once more, "ardent sport's fans," our year has
drawn to a close. The enthusiasm and co-operation
shown in all sports was greatly appreciated by the
School and Form Sports Captains.
The soccer season was excellent. Cood weather
enabled us to practise most afternoons. On behalf
of all who played we wish to thank Miss Keyzer
and Mr. Roberts for their perseverance in training
This winter, instead of concentrating on basket-
ball and volleyball we turned our attention to the
ski slopes. Special thanks go to all the Staff who
gave their free time to take us on many an
afternoon jaunt to Hillcrest. Unfortunately, plans
for skiing on Windy were ruined by an early thaw.
For the non-skiers, a spacious rink was built on
the eastern end of the new soccer field. Because
there had been no skating last year we were all
glad to get back on the ice.
Although many signed up for badminton, it took
prodding to get people to play their games. We
feel, however, that those participating in the tennis
tournaments are more eager to play. Even though
the tennis season is shorter, keen interest promises
For May we are planning a swimming meet and
a track meet. We have never had a track meet
before, but a team is being selected and pits dug
for the broad and high jumps.
In spite of occasional groans when House games
were mentioned, it was impossible to suppress the
cheers that each House gave its teams when the
games were actually being played. At this moment
—as the Magazine goes to press — Macdonald is
slightly ahead of the other Houses in sports, but
it will be June before we know for certain winch
House has won the shield.
We all wish to thank Miss Fogo for giving so
much of her time to teaching us new games ami
helping us to improve the old ones.
Judy and Janet
KING'S HALL, COMPTON
SKIING AND SKATING
The winter of '58-'59 has been a really old-
fashioned one. Sub-zero temperatures and heavy
snow-falls have made ideal conditions for skiing.
On almost every afternoon the girls and some of
the Staff practised their skill on the natural hills
which surround the school. On four days of each
week of the second term a bus-load went over to
Hillcresf where the more experienced had scope for
their skiing abilities and the less experienced had
the benefit of an instructor's advice.
We were especially fortunate also in having a new-
rink at the north end of the "new" soccer field.
(The old rink has been turned into a deep pool).
The girls wish to express their thanks to the
Staff who supervised their trips to Hillcrest, to all
the men who worked so hard to keep a good smooth
ice-surface, and to Mrs. Aitken who gave of her
time so generously to provide music over the loud
Susan McArthur, VI P..
On account of our Easter holidays being earlier
in the season than usual this year tennis did not
begin on the first day of the Spring term ; however,
very soon afterwards the courts were dry (except
for a few annoying puddles and the odd snow-
bank!) Right away they were filled with enthusi-
astic players practising for the tournaments. This
year, thanks to Judy and Janet, the tournaments
were organized early and began almost at once.
Nobody ever asks for more than enthusiasm and
good sportsmanship in players, and we have both.
Unfortunately, this report has to be in before the
finals are completed — but we all wish good luck
to the players, and may the best man win!
Susan Harshaw, Matric.
Again this year there was great enthusiasm for
badminton as players from each House strove to
out-do their opponents. Both Senior and Junior
singles were won by Rideauites, Virginia Nichols
winning the Senior and Joan Wightman the Junior.
The Senior doubles was won by Mary Molson and
Jill Rowan-Legg, with Montcalm and Rideau
sharing the honours, and the junior doubles by Suann
Cross, Macdonald, and Cheryl Lumiere, Montcalm.
Congratulations to the winners and to those who
lost, "Better luck next time."
Judy Housb;, VI A.
During this cold sunny winter we spent so much
time on the ski hills and the skating rink that we
played less basketball than usual. The Gym classes
did provide some practice, however, while two inter-
Form games were played — VI B versus VI A, and
VI B versus Matric. As a result of these games the
VI B's are now the "champions."
THE SOCCER REPORT
This soccer season was a full and eventful one.
Our team, of eleven regular members and five
substitutes, played four games. For the first time
we played with the Girls' Soccer Team of the
Sherbrooke High School. Both the game here at
King's Hall and the return match in Sherbrooke
were keenly contested and enjoyed. The matches
with the B.C.S. Prep. Team and the Senior Soccer
Team proved very interesting also; their teams were
expert, stealing both games.
In addition to the regular team games we had
numerous House and Form matches, besides games
in the afternoons in which everyone could join.
The spirit was indeed keen this past season.
We'll hope for the same next year.
SENIOR SOCCER TEAM
W. Whitehehead, A. Taylor, B. Shannon,
D. Duncanson, J. Bignell.
C. Gordon, S. Hanson, S. Morris,
P. Throsby, L. Murray.
Absent -R. Peverley.
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CING'S HALL, COMPTON
KING'S II A LL, COM PTO X
MONTCALM HOUSE REPORT
Let's cheer for the House with the pale blue tie,
And never let that spirit die;
You've worked for a goal throughout the year
With many a shout and seldom a tear.
We've had good weeks and bad ones too,
But you've struggled to show what you can do.
In meetings we've had some hilarious fun
With Murph in hysterics at my efforts to pun.
We've also had the more serious kind
When we've slipped and let ourselves get behind.
But I know you've all tried hard to keep
Montcalm on the top each and every week.
In sports and in House games you've all done
Whether winner or loser you've always had zest.
And whether in June there's a shield to show
You've supported you House to the utmost,
Before I close I want to say how very pleased I
was to be the Head of Montcalm and how proud
I am — and always will be- -of you all. To the
Prefects of next year I wish all the happiness and
success in the world. I hope you will remember
our motto and keep up your fighting spirit in the
years to come. Now, as Tiny Tim once said, "God
bless us, every one."
KING'S HALL, COMPTON
K ING'S HALL, C M P T ( ) N
MACDONALD HOUSE REPORT
Given: — 47 girls with one thing in common —
Required: — To prove that they're Macdonald.
Proof: — We've loved being your Prefects! Every-
one has tried and although it hasn't always been
easy or rewarding, we know that you have done your
best and that's all we ever wanted. Some of you
may be mischievous, and some may not be natural
athletes — nevertheless you've tried in work and
also in sports. We hope that next year's Prefects can
be as proud of Macdonald as we are!
Keep striving and remember
"GOLD NEVER TARNISHES !"
Love and luck,
Shirley and Lyn
KING'S H A L L , C O M PTON
RIDEAU HOUSE REPORT
R is for Rideau
I — is for Ideals
D — is for Dauntless
E — is for Enthusiasm
A— is for Ardour
U— is for US!
I )ear Rideau,
Someone once said "To travel hopefully is better
than to arrive." As yet we do nol know whether
we have arrived, but we certainly have 1 ravelled
Xow it is customary to say — we've had the good
weeks and the bad weeks too! — but since we've
only had the good weeks (!) we won't bother
saying the above (naturally!).
We've been thinking (yes, strange as it may
seem, we have) and there is one thing that stands
out in our minds that is so typical of this our motley
but never-say-die group.
We'll take you hack to the first Happy Sunday
there you were, all your beaming little faces
looking anxiously up, waiting, just waiting for us
to make some scandalous boob, (there have been
lots of them, haven't there?) or for us to hurry
and get the preliminaries over with- your spirit
was getting the better of you!
Then the great moment arrived, everyone rose
swiftly from the desks, little fists tightly clenched
on the end of furiously waving arms, we thought
for sure when the inevitable cheer came the whole
building would collapse- but what happended???
Half of us couldn't even spell R-I-D-E-A-U- ! ! As
for the poor new girls, they were nearly bounced
out into the field with all the fierce jumping that
our cheer involves. However, we meant well! and
so went the year, all of us happy in our plight!'
"The time has come the Walrus said," (He
didn't really, but that is a minor detail ) "when all
good things must come to an end."
This, dear Rideau, is where we'd like to regain
our dignity and thank you, all forty-seven of you,
for the complete support, unceasing loyalty, and
most of all for the treasured memories you have
given us. We sincerely hope that next year you
will be equally terrific and so with all the love
in the world we wish you and next year's Prefects
( lod Bless You,
1 ) Aim and Judy.
K * N G'_ 8 HALL, CO AH
5 T u N
MATRIC PERSONAL GLANCES
1. In the third row, third seat from the back sits
JUDY BIGNELL whotries to make believe that she
is always studying hard. From under her rough
book can be seen two .sheets of blue paper and little
does she know thai someone is watching her as she
reads these two pages over and over.
2. Not many people are aware that in room 23
lives a human; although petite, she can outsing
anybody on this terra Hnna. Her sweet shrill is
constantly buzzing around the school, but it
SHIRLEY MORRIS were to sing on key every-
body would faint.
3. Guess who's taking up racing? Zrooom- and
around the oval comes a little black "spright" with
two white stripes known as the "skunk/' Need I
say more — for sitting there in the suicide seat is
4. Almost everyone knows that a "red head" is a
sign of a quick temper but for a certain DIXI
LAMBERT, her red hair is a symbol of forget-
fullness. It seems that one night Miss Lambert
walked into her bed chamber, and calmly asked her
room-mate what she was doing in her room. The
astonished victim (nameless) quietly reminded Dixi
of her situation.
5. One of Compton's outstanding soccer players,
BEV SHANNON lost all her equilibrium when she
turned against her team and with a mighty boot,
kicked the ball into our goal. It was during a hard
and fast game against our main rivals — B.C.S.,
and this action made her a favourite with the
opposing team- lor at thai point in the game,
Bishop's was losing!
6. Xol many people are lucky to receive such a
symbol of esteem as did CINDY LYMAN shortly
after her return from the Easter holidays- when a
large package was handed to her one night. On
opening this curious box she found a dozen red
roses; we have no idea who they were from, but
they had a definite message as all red roses do!
7. Drivers beware — rumours have it that a
Comptonite PENNY THROSBY intends to get her
driving licence this summer. This is a very serious
situation as the last time she got behind that
wheel she tore up the next door neighbour's garden.
But the question is - how to stop her?
8. It is a known fact that ELAINE AUDET finds
it terribly difficult to squeeze all her belongings into
a few suitcases. Her trip abroad this summer will
be a great misery if she can only bring one suitcase,
and in that case, anyone who thinks she knows how
lo pack systematically might be a great asset to
Elaine's happiness in years to follow.
(). As many people know, the cupboard is an
excellent and private refuge in which to read at
night. For some however, it seems a great task to
prepare oneself. C.ALE DAVIS is no exception to
the above. After sitting in the closet for at least five
minutes, the bewildered girl opened the door and
got into bed. When her room-mate asked why she
did not read longer, Gale replied that she couldn't
see in the cupboard. Why?— no flashlight!
10. All Paris will be thrown out of its usual routine
when ROSEMARY CHRISTENSEX arrives next
autumn with flying colours. There have been great
discussions about Rosie and her life there but she
has not said a thing to any of us. Why the secrecy?
11. Xo one is unaware of the fact that HELEN
( WBB-CARSLEY has been down south, but such a
dark tan must be from that glorious sun! Thanks
Helen for bringing back your Florida rays so that
we could all share it.
12. Does anyone want to tram his poodle? If so
go to ELIZABETH PRICE who will start from
scratch and tell you all the details on how to train
your dog. Good luck Liz in your field of dogs, but
be careful because they always say "a dog takes
after its mistress."
13. Miss WENDY WHITEHEAD was thrilled
when she heard the news of her trip to Europe this
summer and wherever she was, the topic of con-
versation was Europe! After seeing a number of
slides of the tour Wendy calmly asked if motor-
bikes were available in Germany. We wish her
luck, for if it tires her to watch people bicycling,
we can imagine how she will feel doing it !
14. Fire drill is many people's pet peeve, but for
NANCY CLASS the whole thing is just one big
nuisance. During one of these hazardous moments
Nancy managed to rip apart a skirt (thought to be
a dressing-gown) and grab a flashlight out of the
hands of some uncxpectant staff, who came around
lo see il everyone was oul of her room. She is
learning now to control her unco-ordination at those
times, hut we hope that she will he spared from
lire drills during her future life.
15 and Hi. They say that two wrongs don't make
a "wright" and the converse of this is certainly
I rue. When .)( >AN and PAM WRIGHT get together
in the chemistry lab. These two are famous for
exploding dangerous concoctions and there seems
to be a jinx on them when partners. We are keeping
our lingers crossed that in later life they do not
come together for there is sure to he quite a "bang."
17. There is one fact that makes life exceedingly
difficult for LORNA MURRAY and that is sitting
up straight in the early In
K ING'S H A L L , C O M P T O N
(breakfast). She needs a cup of coffee for a waker-
upper, but finds it very difficult to drink her coffee
as elbows are not allowed on the breakfast table.
"But Miss Keyzer, a cup of coffee is heavy"
exclaims Murph — but her efforts are in vain and if
coffee is too heavy for us we needn't drink it.
18. JAMEY TROUP has decided to make the grad
dance an especially memorable one and has invited
none other than Marlon Brando to come! What
with her plans of entertaining Marlon, sailing
around the world, living in Moscow and learning
every language, she is a very ambitious girl.
19. ANN TAYLOR seems to have a special liking
for chicken. After going out one Saturday, Ann
brought a chicken back and after all were tucked
in, the feast began! Great preparations were made
and when ready, the three (Ann and her two room-
mates) huddled in the lower bunk and "went to
town" — much to the surprise of a Staff who
followed the scent to room 37.
20. Have you ever been in a bath when the first
bell goes for Prep? It's in that predicament that
we find BARB MURRAY every Monday, Wednes-
day and Friday, when frantic screams can be heard
a mile away. Somehow she makes it to Prep and a
hastily clad figure bombs into the room and
collapses in her seat — to finish dressing.
2t. In the stamp collection DI HORNIG proved
to be a great asset in filling up the light blue box.
Now she seems to be over loaded with letters which
continually pour in from New York — but at this
stage we're wondering whether this certain person
robbed the post office to acquire all the one-half
cent stamps. Most of all Di needs a file for her
letters and stamps because her Marzipan box has
finally been filled. We're all waiting Di, to hear
when you hit the thousand mark!
22. It was disheartening for poor LYN CARTER
when, having gallantly won her first and probably
last tennis tournament, people refused to believe
her. It was only when the incredulous ones saw her
out on the court playing her second round that
they realized she had actually won the first.
23. The explanation for SUE HARSHAW'S ox-
fords being brown for a week lies in a little excur-
sion to the sugar camp in the early spring. In her
eagerness to get he) 1 first box of la-tire she crashed
down through the muddy fields unaware of the
fact that her boots were still in her locker, and the
mud nearly up to her knees. However the la-tire
was enjoyed and the oxfords were of secondary
24. Some people find skiing an extremely hard
sport to master, but there are others who go over
to the hill ready for a good day of skiing and end
up sitting in the chalet all day, so, when I say I saw
JENNIFER PARSONS actually ski down the
slopes in the Laurentians — you can imagine every-
25. As far as we know JOAN CORDEAU is the
only girl at King's Hall known to bring a cat back
to school. Tiinbo was loved by all and a great
favourite until one night. Prescious Timbo ate
something that did not exactly agree with him, and
as a result, room 22 was in a great turmoil during
the night. Poor Timbo's luxurious days of reclining
on someone's bed came to an end and his future
bedroom was one of the piano rooms in the cellar!
26. From the end of the table a determined SUE
HANSON exclaims, "All right! I'm really going on
a strict diet — starting right now!" (a slight pause).
"Please pass me the potatoes and gravy!"
27. JANET TAYLOR could be compared to a
spirit. She knows all, hears all, but says nothing.
Always found either reading French novels or
looking for chocolate cake crumbs — scattered by
her two room-mates.
28. In the wee hours of the morning a faint ring is
heard — from the room at the end of the wing. There's
a sudden groan and a groping of hands while
JUDY HINGSTON finds her books to begin
studying 'Cicero and the boys.' We all hope her
early morning efforts will be put to good use.
29. Anytime you are doubtful as to the values of
reading, especially during an English summer
reading test— consult RUTH PEVERLEY, who
brought fame to King's Hall by winning a public
speaking contest in Sherbrooke last year.
30. It was rather an unpleasant surprise for her
room-mates when ten minutes after BONNIE
PEN HALE had disappeared she was discovered
staggering out of the cupboard having been stabbed
by a spike heeled shoe.
31. DAPHNE DUNCANSON is one of the few
who are here on an athletic scholarship. Since she
has been here, her athletic accompplishments have
been, one broken swimming-pool window, one
collapsed bunk bed, and a crumpled green wall.
Consult the B.C.S. infirmary list for statistics on
Daph's "power kick."
32. There is only one person who could possibly
have done such a wonderful job in helping the
Matrics through all their ups and downs. The ma-
trices wish you, MISS MORRIS, all luck and happi-
ness in the years to come; we all join in saying
"Three cheers for our Form-Mistress."
K I N G ' S H A LL, CO MPTON
Place: VI A Classroom.
Time: Saturday afternoon before rest hour.
A low murmur continues throughout the .scene.
Gradually various voices become distinguishable.
Marilyn — looking up from her book,
"Oh, Helen! You're on library duty. 1 )o it !"
Helen— hands on her hips — angrily,
"But Moo, I'm always doing it!"
Judy — face resting in hands
"Ana-chula, I'm having a fit!"
Smith — feet and arms helter — skelter
"Oh Judy! Let's see — where do I wish I were
Afargot — whispering and leaning sideways
"Hey Gab, did you get caught reading last
Gabrielle — talking out of the side of her mouth
"My dear ..."
Bonnie — knitting a baby sweater
"Hey Jan! What do you think of this?"
Janice- -gazing at Bonnie's sweater
"O-o-o-h how dee-vine!"
Janet — Black stockings down, tie undone, exas-
"Open the window!"
Charlotte — shivering, curled up in a ball in her
"Just because I wasn't brought up in an igloo!"
Heather — half-standing, shouting
"Change for basketball tonight at eight. Be
( !orry — lazily
"Oh! (live up, Grant!"
Sherrill shouting exultantly while writing on a
"Kids— only 300 calories lor breakfast, 000
Jennifer — shouting across the room
"Do your exercise last night. Slier?"
I)i to Jennifer
"I touched my toes 200 times. Was I dizzy!"
Micky -counting five inch squares
"Cinny, where is your square?"
Cinny — Holding up a mottled looking object
Dione — "Well, Connacher, what has happened
Ann — brandishing bandaged thumb
"I was wounded while fighting for the West!"
Alix — waving her arms around
"Talking about the West you know in
Winnipeg we have — — !"
VI A FORM REPORT
Pat "Oh! Alix, we have heard this before!"
Penny- just joining the group
"In Newfoundland we have had those for
Bobby- filing her nails and muttering
"Six years! Six whole years! Think, by now
I could have been famous!"
Janet - "Oh, Bobby! Just think of the education
you are gamin
Carole- "Cherry, remember the time we went
waterskiing and-and-and !"
Cherry bored expression on her face
"Carole, remember the time you kept quiet
for five whole minutes!"
Susan— sitting doing nothing
Have you made any more clothes for yourself
Rozalind— "No, nothing much. I just made my-
self a suit yesterday!"
Val— sitting in the corner of classroom pushing
"Joan, pass me those books."
Joan — engrossed in her scribbling
"S-u-r-e! What did you say again 7 "
Miss Keith — standing in the doorway
"Girls! Pick up the running shoes and books!"
Y\ hole class standing up in a chorus
"Yes, Miss Keith."
Everyone sits down.
Suddenly- "Oh, Miss Keith, do come back!"
"We want to thank you for all your help and
attention, and for being so patient with us through-
out the year."
GUESS WHO isn't going to Hillcres
KING'S II A L L , C M P T ( ) N
VI B FORM REPORT
Have you heard:
—of Judy Archer buying a dress ?
—what Cynthia Ayers stores between her mattress
and her bed-springs ?
—that Brooke Barrett complained to the Canadian
Government because Gait was mil marked on
the map ?
- that Cay Bell uses her ears to fly ?
—of Francie Bieler doing the Fi-Fi Roll ?
—that Bonnie Bernier has given up horses for
—that Peggy Butterfield's heart sings when you
mention a "Robin" ?
— of Barbara Cordeau missing an extra gym class?
—of Josette Cochand? Well, she is in Europe
—of Susan Dawes' connection with Bishop's?
—that Linda Eraser has "the whole world in her
hands" when she sings "Tom Dooley."
—that Sharon Frost's eyelashes are on the "Blink" ?
— a day go by without a phone call for Di Cordon ?
—that Joan Hutchison hooked a barracuda this
year in Nassau ?
—that Kathy Kingston's new hair colour is
—that Jane MacDougald had to hire a secretary
to answer her "truck-loads" of in-coming mail?
—that Gill Maclaren, our Halifax Junior Bengal
Lancer, entered the Kentucky Derby this year?
— of Sue Maclaren getting up for firedrill,
—that Sue McArthur may be playing for the
Montreal Allouettes next year ?
—of Mary Molson not sticking up for Stanstead,
—Martha Meagher without the hockey score?
— what happens to people like Nancy Xichol who
dance "sans souliers" ? Splinters!
—of the Calgary Stampede Bucking Bronco
champ, China Nichols?
—of Jill Oughtred being on time ?
—that everybody wishes that Jennifer Punnett
would eat her rhubarb and vegetables ?
—that Tory Rankin freckles ?
—of Becky Romano singing "Waky-Waky" at
three a.m. ?
—that Sally Boss has reached eight feet ?
—that Carol Sonne loses weight by eating potato
—that Esme Vaughan's two front teeth aren't
really chicklets ?
-that "Liz" Taylor attends school at King's Hall,
—of the Westwater "drip," Judy?
— that the VI B's think Miss Ramsay is the greatest
and that they appreciate all that she has done
for them during the school year?
V A FORM REPORT
1. Always has hair in her face?
2. Never gets mad? (Ha!)
3. Never curls her hair?
4. Loves skiing ?
5. Just loves to draw ?
(i. Gets the most fan mail practically every day'.'
7. Comes from down South?
8. Likes chewing gum ?
9. Who is a newcomer to V A ?
10. Who is a terrific singer?
1 1. Just loves to eat ?
12. Who is the most disorganized girl in V A?
13. Who is a book-worm?
14. Just loves hockey?
15. Had a bad knee during the second term ?
1G. Snitches your cake at supper?
17. Who is the biggest Ridley fan in Y A ?
18. Supplies wool for everyone?
19. Just loves Ricky Nelson'.'
20. Wishes she were a boy ?
21. Spills hei' milk at every meal?
22. Is the most wonderful Form Mistress?
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KING'S HALL, COMPTON
VI A Sing-song by Carol Salmon
The Matrics— Christmas by Carol Sonne
VI B Form Room by Martha Meagher
Autumn Winds by Diann Bignell
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The Ski Hill by Carol Sonae
KING'S HALL, CQMPTON
Five in the morning found me climbing the steep
jugged, cliff overhanging the sea. The stars were
still illuminating night's dark cloak. Except for the
rhythmical lapping of the water against creviced
cliffs and the gentle rustling of the tall brown
grasses as the salt breezes zig-zagged through them,
not a sound could be heard. There I lay flown, my
head sunk in a fragrant bed of clover; the warm
wind and swaying grasses covered me and lulled
me to sleep; the checkered napkin around my
wooden lunch-basket flapped in the wind.
I awoke suddenly to the shrill cries of the sea-
gulls, and as I lifted my eyes to the now grey sky I
saw these birds circling, soaring, diving, and
forming invisible patterns with their sleek white
bodies. I rose to my feet to be met by a wind that
tore around my body as if exploring this new object
that dared to interrupt its course. It tossed my
hair over my face and formed a white balloon out
(if my skirt. Again finding its direction it raced
forward, forcing my hair to flow back like the long
grass in a meandering river. White spray was flung
up to me as a massive wave rolled against a jutting
peak of rock. As it hit, it crumpled into myriads of
tiny sparks which hnmedicately returned to the
For a moment as I stood there surrounded by
crashing waves and boisterous winds, I was
Andromeda all alone on that island in the sea,
waiting for the brave Perseus to fly through the
air on his golden-winged sandals to save me from
the angry sea monster. As I glanced across the
dark snow-capped waters I really imagined 1 saw
him. Flying ever so swiftly and smoothly across the
horizon, he stripped off the grey sheets of night and
revealed the new day — the light, orange colours of
morning. The wind was the accompanying
symphony orchestra, increasing the beat of my
already excited heart. Occasionally the cymbals
would crash and fade out as the waves beat and fell.
Soon Perseus had done his work. The orange
was now spreading, pushing the grey gloom up,
over the dome of the sky. Then came a light
yellow, then a soft blue deepening into azure when
it reached the sky's dome. Turning my back on the
sea I watched this transformation with awe. When
1 turned once more to the sea, the symphony music
swelled around me, deafening me. Suddenly the
finale was marked by a loud crash of the cymbals
as the sun appealed above the thin line separating
sea from sky.
Cynthia Gordon, VI A.
Have you every seen the sunset of a Canadian
autumn ? Doesn't it give you a feeling of beauty
and traquillity after the heat of the day ? The sky
far above becomes gray in colour reminding you
of the past day's black deeds drifting far away.
There are patches of soft blue sky with puffy
white clouds, representing every good thing such as
the happiness of the coming day. The sun itself
looks with a kind, happy face on the world it
leaves. The fields glow with a soft copper colour
and slowly fade away into twilight. The crickets
begin to sing and the owl and all nocturnal creatures
peep out of their holes to survey their surroundings
and find something to eat. Everything is very still
as the tired day sleeps.
Gay Bell, VI B.
Her gentle fingers caressed the smooth wooden
gate, and her eyes lingered over it as it swung
silenty shut. The sky hovered above, an unearthly
grey, while breezes stole through the heavily
leafed trees. Stepping away from the gate she
adjusted her raincoat and calmly headed down the
hill. She watched her feet moving in front of her
and listened to their constant tapping on the stone
walk. From the great shady branches above came
the evening chirrup of birds and a purely summer
fragrance crept though the air. How it all reminded
her of her childhood! For a second she felt her
heart fold with sadness, pining for those lost and
tender years. Why could she not live them once
more? Such innocent and happy years! Life then
had been a fantasy; she had indeed forgotten the
wonder of it, but now some few delightful memories
flashed back. She remembered the thrill of waves
roaring on a beach and the haunting cry of seagulls,
thunder droning deeply in the distance, the cool
flavour of raspberries, and homemade bread taken
piping hot from the oven. She remembered too an
exciting afternoon spent at a circus, the enchant-
ment of a ballet, the warmth of the fire after
playing in the snow while an animal curled cozily
in her lap. And deep in her heart she remembered
Santa Clans, true sincerity, laughter, and love.
Her attention was shifted to a stand piled high
with newspapers. A fine drizzle had begun to fall in a
mist— the gentle drops felt like cool petals on her
cheeks. She saw it patter on the papers, making a
design of tiny stains. She gazed blindly at the
headline; perhaps it read a new world crisis, but
to her it was petty and unimportant, something
KING'S HA L L , C M P T ( ) X
that was and always would be, something thai
would one day be learned by students only to be
forgotten, something that would be held in con-
tempt in future years.
Swinging herself idly, she moved in long slow
paces and threw her head back to look dizzily at
the sky. The clouds were rolling by, large and
sombre. Thick drops of rain splashed in her eyes
and streamed down her neck. It was an ecstatic
sensation and she smiled in spite of herself. Her
reflection leapt at her from a flower shop window,
and she shuddered to see herself. Her hair hung
limply about the familiar face, her features seemed
to be sculptured in cold white marble, and tinged
with sorrow her deep-set grey eyes. Her gaze
wandered over the host of gay blossoms — and then,
inevitably it may seem, it fell upon one small and
quiet flower. Once again, the stabbing pain returned
to her heart. The memories she had been trying to
forget overwhelmed her. She saw him again
laughing exuberantly and twisting the stem of the
tiny white rose around her finger; she felt his strong
arms squeezing her shoulders; and she saw him
drive away in the car that was to take him to his
Barely conscious of her actions, she entered the
shop, watched the rose being taken from its bowl,
and ever so carefully in her hands she carried it
away. Her steps became faster — she did not care
where they walked. The throb of her heart ripped
her throat, — the torrent burst from the clouds, but
she stumbled on staring at the virgin loveliness of
the white rose through a blurred haze. She came
to a bridge and leaned dazedly on its strong stone
railing. The beat of the pounding rain drummed
about her. It was cold and clammy — she wanted
to get away from it, but where could she go ? What
could she do ?
Before her eyes swam the shadow of her dead
fiance smiling at her mysteriously. She shut her
eyes, but still she imagined a voice, low and
whispering at her ear. And then she saw the water
swirling below the bridge. It was angry, it was
wild, and it was taunting! Pain mingled with
searing flames seemed to bore through her blood;
her heart trembled with a curious delight and fear.
Her breath escaped in hysterical gasps as she
stared at the beckoning waves —
The rose fell from her hand. She spun around
and beheld a young couple running playfully in
the rain. Laughingly, the girl cried in protest, but
her cheeks were flushed and her eyes danced with
an expression of supreme joy. And the boy swept the
girl into his arms and carried her off the bridge
leaving their onlooker once more alone. She turned
towards the water, her heart crying out for the
happiness and love I hat the youngsters enjoyed.
Then she noticed the rose had gone; she searched
the whirlpool and for a second descried a flashing
white flame which by a foamy black blanket was
suddenly extinguished. And then the cool tears
that had refused to come welled thickly and
quietly from her eves. She fell to her knees and
ever so silently began to weep. She wept for her
life which she had almost thrown away; she wept
for the beauty and wonder of being alive; she wept
with shame for the selfishness of her actions; and
she wept for the new happiness which was over-
powering her. Somehow she knew that her torture
was finally over. Slowly rising, she felt herself
tingle with the delicious calm that had stolen
through her. And all at once her eyes glittered
through the tears, she beamed at the earth and
sky and began to run wildly off the bridge. But
as she ran and laughed inwardly, her thoughts
twirled around the real symbol of her own love
and happiness — the little wooden gate which
Jamky Troop, Matric.
BEAUTY TO REMEMBER
In the northern part of the Rocky Moutains
there stands an old covered bridge. It has stood
there since 1842, and has been the lovely subject
for many landscape artists.
Its colour is a rusty red and it is built of old and
weather-beaten pine. It is surrounded by towering-
evergreens, and a little babbling brook winds
beneath it, through water-worn rocks. A rushing
waterfall tumbles down the steep cliff above the
bridge's roof and forms a thin sparkling mist
around it. One can see a faint but beautiful rainbow
through the light spray of water, and the warm
rays of the sun make it look like a thousand
glittering jewels. On the other side of the bridge lies
a quiet pool filled with crystal-clear water. Tiny
fish swim in and out of the stones which have been
worn by the force of the water, and the summer
birds sing cheerfully to each other as they admire
themselves in puddles of calm water.
This is a scene which will last for many years to
come, and even when it fades from existence its
beauty will still be treasured in the creations of
Cathy Stewart, V A.
KINO'S HALL, COMPTON
WHAT IS SCHOOL SPIRIT?
What does the word spirit mean? In the
dictionary one of its numerous definitions is "a
vigorous sense of membership in a group." That is
certainly true, but the subject goes much, much
deeper when we speak of school spirit. School
spirit consists of loyalty, integrity, co-operativeness,
and keeping a generally pleasant atmosphere in
To attain school spirit each person must be
loyal in every sense of the word. Loyalty to your
school is one of the most important elements in
school spirit. You cannot be hypocritical, and while
at school say you like it, but once you are out
for your holidays undermine the name of your
school and all it stands for just to impress out-
siders. This is more apt to happen in boarding
schools than in day schools, and shows no loyalty
at all. Besides being loyal to your school you must
be loyal to your House and Form, whether (at
King's Hall) you are a Macdonaldite, a Mont-
calmite, or a Rideauite, or whether you are in
III A or Matric. It makes no difference. Your
loyalty to the group will bring enthusiasm,
especially in work and sports. This introduces a
healthy competitive spirit which makes enjoyable
fun. The important thing isn't whether you win or
lose; it's the loyalty, the spirit, and the fact that
you worked hard and enjoyed yourself that counts.
When you first come to school — again I'm
thinking particularly of King's Hall — you realize
that there are many rules and regulations which
you must obey or else receive the consequences.
Besides the consequences to yourself, disobedience
and grumbling create a deplorable situation. It is
never pleasant for a Staff or Prefect to have to be
always telling girls to stop talking or always to be
handing out minuses for foolish faults that could
easily be overcome. This spoils things for everyone
and often reflects on people not directly involved.
When you are young you have to learn to be co-
operative and to obey the rules, and to do so with
a smile. Life will then be far easier for 1 everyone.
As the years go by in your school life you learn
to obey and then, little by little, begin to take on
responsibility. So often people are given a job to
do which at first might be quite pleasant and a
novelty, but soon becomes tiresome and boring.
Then the job is either badly done or often not done
at all. Sometimes the job is just small at the be-
ginning, but it grows and becomes bigger and far
more difficult, Whether it is a small or large job
you've been given, however, you must do it to the
best of your ability and must work steadily until
it is completely finished. This will develop the true
spirit that a school needs.
All these qualities— loyalty, integrity, co-opera-
tion, cheerfulness and a sense of responsibility
moulded into one are what constitutes true school
Beverley Shannon, Matric.
A STREET SCENE
"Bananas, guavas, git yo' fresh fruit here,"
shouted a fat Negro woman at the top of her lungs !
It was my first day in Barbados, and I had
already seen so much, but nothing yet like this
sunny, noisy street. Gaily clad Negroes were
swarming everywhere, trying to sell their trinkets
and food. Hardly any cars were on the street, but
the Negro policeman under his green umbrella-
like shelter was having a hard time directing
tourists and keeping the mass of people going in
the right direction.
On my left was a tiny harbour with sailing-
vessels of all shapes and sizes and a variety of other
craft. Along the beach tall palms swayed their
feathery boughs in the gentle sea-breeze. On my
right were the fruit and vegetable stalls, and
farther on the bigger stores, and in the middle-
I was glad I had on a cool dress and laughed to
myself when I thought of how just last night I
had arrived in a winter dress and sweater, and now
I was thousands of miles away from the frozen
North. It seemed like a dream.
Suddenly I felt someone nudge my elbow and I
head a woman's voice, "Missy, want dis necklace?
See de nice shells? Maybe de nice basket?"
She pushed one of her woven baskets at me. Can
a tourist resist being enticed to buy these things she
would probably never see again after her two
short weeks' holiday was over? Not knowing the
monetary system I held out my hand with several
coins in it, and the woman took what she wanted.
With a cheerful "Thank yo', Missy," she plodded
off after another tourist, I was left holding a,
brightly-coloured shell necklace in my hand.
I looked around again at the multi-coloured
costumes of these friendly people, and noticed a
woman with an enormous basket balanced easily
on her dark head, and screaming, "Flyin' fish
flyin' fish, git yo' flyin' fi s h before dey is all gon'l"
Was there any place like it ? Certainly, as long as
1 live, the colour and gaiety of this street will be
vivid in my memory.
Betty Taylor, VI B
K ING'S HALL, C M P T O N
St. Tropez is an old fishing town on La Cote
d'Azure, the Mediterranean coast of France. To
one entering by car or by scooter it seems like any
other fishing town along the coast, but once we
are in St. Tropez and caught by its magic we realize
that it is really quite different. St. Tropez covers a
hill that slopes down to meet the Mediterranean.
On the crest of the hill the ruins of a Roman fort
overlook both the sea and the mountains. From
here we often see the sun rise and set.
St. Tropez is a small town. Its streets are crooked
and narrow, and its houses look as if they are
holding each other up. There are two harbours in
the town — the old fishing harbour from which the
fishermen still go out every morning at dawn, and
the new harbour where the modern splendour of
St. Tropez begins. Here yachts from the world over
are anchored, having come to compete in the race
from St. Tropez to San Renio. Not more than forty
yachts fit in the harbour. When one leaves another
takes its place. Owners reserve their berths years
ahead as the harbour is always full, especially when
Onassis wants to get his 3^acht in ; it is so large that
the other yachts have to leave the harbour to
make room for it.
Along the quays is a wide street where people
promenade night and day, and where many little
shops and cafes face the water. The shops, though
petite, are very exclusive. Of the cafes only one
is always full, Senequier. Even when there is no
more room people will never move on to another
cafe. Chez Senequier people sit for hours chatting,
eating specialities like cafe legeois or peche
melba, or just gazing at the yachts, the harbour,
the sea beyond, and the people walking along the
quays. Here we see all types of people, mostly
the French themselves, but what an exceptional
crowd they make !
The women are all strangely beautiful and the
men intriguing. The women wear either Bikinis,
shorts or skin-tight cotton pants, a speciality of
St. Tropez. The women wear no make-up except
for their eyes; with this and their long hair they
look very exotic. The men are clad in the skimpiest
of bathing suits or in light cotton pants with striped
shirts. Everyone goes barefoot in St. Tropez, and
everyone has an assortment of straw hats of weird
shapes and colours. Most of the mornings are spent
on the white beaches nearby, bathing in the clear
warm water and acquiring a sun tan. Everyone in
St. Tropez is very brown and healthy looking.
Back to Senequier — during the day the most
popular hours are in the afternoon and early
evening. We are never bored watching all these
people, who have a Bohemian air about them.
As evening comes on everyone disappears for a
while to have supper and to change into another
pair of slacks and a shirt. Then — out they all come
for a promenade on the quays and another aperitif
Chez Senequier. Now the yachts are all lit up; each
one seems to be proud and striving to be more
beautiful than its neighbour. After an hour or so
things quieten down on the waterfront — but wait!
Now for the back streets! Here we find dozens of
little cabarets and cares, each one as noisy as
possible; everyone is dancing and everyone seems
to be very gay. We make the rounds every night,
always meeting the same people until we know
each other very well. First we go to Pahnir, where
we dance Le Gallop to the mechanical piano; then
on to the place between two high stone walls
where they have the calipso band, and from there to
the care where a little Latin American band plays
"Merenghe" and "Cha-Cha-Cha." We go on until
the early hours of the morning or until we are
exhausted. Then we make our way to the quays not
only for a breath of the Mediterranean but also
for refreshment Chez Senequier. If it is a special
night we may end it by going to watch the sunrise
from the old Roman fort on the hilltop before we
go back to our little hotels. The hotels in St.
Tropez are few and small. Room service is prac-
tically non-existent. We make our own beds, but
the hotel may provide us with a cup of coffee for
breakfast. And so life goes on in St. Tropez all
Until a few years ago St. Tropez was hardly
known except to the French. Famous people could
find refuge there from the newspapers and the
public. But now, as has inevitably happened in
many places in Europe, St. Tropez has become
known to the tourists, especially since Brigitte
Bardol and Franchise Sagar made it their summer
headquarters. I spent a summer in St. Tropez and
was caught in its magic. I hope that the tourists
have not changed St. Tropez and that when I go
back a few summers hence it will be the same St.
Tropez the French have enjoyed for years.
Ann Smith, VI A.
K I N G ' S HALL, C M PTUX
I was .sitting in a canoe with my brothers Jay
and Chris when Dad gave the signal of approval.
We had reached a good fishing ground. We slipped
into the water with masks, fins, guns, and knives.
There were many caves, and several fathoms down
we saw a beautiful brown sand shark sleeping on
the sandy bottom. This type of shark is considered
harmless. His favourite occupation is sleeping or
basking in the sun, and his food is smaller fish.
Sharks of this type are very shy, and will nearly
always leave bathers alone, but is is dangerous to
have a large bleeding cut. It is also best to have a
boat nearby when you are spearfishing because the
smell of blood will attract all sharks, even these.
Sharks have very poor eyesight, so each shark has a
dozen or more black and yellow striped pilot fish,
a few inches long to guide him.
On this particular day we saw many middle-sized
fish, my favourite being the parrot fish. These are
from six inches to two feet in length. They have
many colours, chiefly pink and turquoise. They
have not any real teeth, but something that looks
like rabbit teeth to scrape the moss off rocks for
The most exciting moment of this expedition was
when Dad shot a lovely barracuda seven feet long.
He had a tough struggle to hang onto it. The
barracuda is very ferocious and is known as the
"tiger of the sea." He will attack almost anything,
and is a flesh-eater. He is especially dangerous
when wounded. He is very curious, also; sometimes
loo curious. In spite of his nasty nature he is
beautiful — silvery in colour and long and slim.
Mum's favourite fish, besides the very small ones,
are the leopard rays. She called us over to look at
three of these gliding peacefully around in circles.
They are quite harmless and are black with white
spots. They swim in a graceful way by moving their
wings up and down. Their faces, different from the
sting rays', are cute. The wing spread, from tip to
tip, is about five feet. Sting rays are all black and
can do much harm with the six inch barb at the
base of their tails. Dad, a few years ago, shot one
of the largest sting rays recorded, weighing two
hundred and four pounds. When these rays are
frightened, or just playing, they will often leap
many feet into the air.
A real menace to divers is the sea urchin. The
black ones are just a mass of needles, and if you
step on one, the needles go into your foot and cannol
be taken out. Within a few days they dissolve, bu1
they are quite painful. Along with sea urchins there
are types of corals that can cause great irritation.
The only way to avoid this nuisance is to become
thoroughly familiar with the different corals. Still
another underwater danger is the lion fish. He is
covered with what looks like prickles and horns.
His sting is very poisonous; if it is not treated
immediately it can kill a person in three days. It is
hard to watch out for these fish as they blend with
their surroundings and are not very large.
Eels may also be dangerous, and will many times
attack you if you are too near their home. The
moray eel is common in the Carribean and has a
sticky, poisonous secretion on the teeth. When it
bites, the slime does the worst harm. At night Jay,
Chris and I fish with a hook and line and each
night we usually catch two or three of these.
Another interesting fish is the porcupine fish.
These are about one foot long and have little
needles all over them. When they are scratched,
tickled, frightened or attacked they blow up just
like balloons and all of their needles stick out.
When a diver shoots one it also blows up, so at
home in Jamaica we bought three dozen blown up
ones which we dried, sprayed with beautiful
colours, and used as Christmas tree decorations.
These are just a few of the millions of fish I have
seen or heard about; these are the most common.
The sea is so fantastically different, and so much
more beautiful than our world above the surface,
that you can only know what it is really like by
seeing it for yourself.
Cheryl Ltjmiere, Y A.
ON OBSERVING SMOKERS
Have you ever been at a, party, and either
because you were bored stiff or because you liked
doing it, watched different people smoke? This can
develop into a fascinating hobby— smoke-watching.
After a, few parties' practice you will discover that
all smokers fall into four main categories. The most
noticeable are the "puffers," then" the "holders,"
the "chewers" and finally the "fiends."
"Puffers" are the people who sit at parties near
an ashtray, taking a quick puff on a cigarette and
who almost before the smoke has travelled the
length of (he new kingsized filter cigarette have
blown it out. This initial puff is then followed in
quick succession by four or five equally satisfying
ones. The ashes are then quickly and nervously
dropped into the ashtray and the whole action
is repeated. After about one week's watching at
Parties you wdl notice the slight variations in the
KING'S H A I,
C O M P T O N
"puffers" routine. Some don't drop their ashes as
quickly. Some take three instead of four or five
rapid puffs. But the general effect of blowing out
through a cigarette instead of inhaling is achieved
The next group is the "holders." These are
usually the people who are nervous and want to
do something with their hands. Cigarettes, being an
easy thing to hold, are most often used. Most
"holders" would probably be violently ill if they
were ever forced to smoke a whole cigarette. Pseudo-
sophistocates are often "holders." These people
feel it completes their costumes to have a glowing
cigarette in their hands. This prop is then waved
gracefully around in order that everyone may
notice it. A slight variation to this routine is the
use of a foot-long cigarette-holder. This enables
the user to gesture much more dramatically and
also gives a bit of the Auntie Mame lift to his oi-
lier appearance. Another reason that some people
become "holders" is that they would probably go
stark, raving mad if they had to sit quietly through
a long, dull party. The holding of a cigarette gives
them a chance to move their hands, get up in
search of ashtrays, or if the party is really grim-
they can always escape, saying they're just going
to the corner to get their special brand.
"Chewers" are another interesting type of
smoker. These come in two distinct classes — those
who chew cigars, and those who chew cigarettes. A
cigar-chewer is usually found seated in a large
comfortable armchair placed near odour-absorbing
drapes. This makes him a huge success with the
hostess the next morning. The "chewer" sits
happily gnawing away on the end of his cigar
almost as though it were a delicious steakbone.
This part doesn't bother most smoke-watchers. It's
when the "chewer" gesticulates with his soggy,
pulpy mass of Cuban imported tobacco that they
begin to cringe. The cigar-chewer always leaves his
chewed remains behind in your lovely new ashtrays,
and it's always in the one that later falls in your
best chair. The cigarette-chewer is actually more
interesting than the cigar-chewer. This person is
the real reason why filters were invented for cig-
arettes. Do you actually think that a filter was
invented to let only "the mellow, golden flavour"
through, and to keep out the tars and nicotine?
The real reason for filters is to make the chewer
less noticeable and neater. Instead of twenty-
thousand tiny filter traps you really have a glorified
mint flavoured sponge. This gives the "chewer" the
added enjoyment of a minty chew and the benefit
of a neater appearance. "Chewers" are usually
seen talking in groups with other people, their
cigarette rotating gently from corner of their
mouths in an oval, orbit. There's something about
a "chewer" that gives him a dominating, perse-
The fourth type of smoker is (lie "fiend." The
"fiend" enjoys smoking, or at least he looks as
though he does. The "fiend" can usually be seen
sitting by himself, hunched over a table laden with
lighters, ashtrays, and cigarettes. A steady cloud
of grey-white smoke rises above him and envelopes
his part of the room. The "fiend" has an expression
on his face that can only be described as "fiendish."
I suppose that's where the word originated. He hears
nothing, sees nothing and is conscious only of the
supreme satisfaction he is getting from that rapidly
diminishing pack of cigarettes. If you have been
watching carefully you will discover that every
once and a while the "fiend" will lean back and
relax for a moment. This is in order that he may
recover from that last, lung-penetrating puff.
Of course you must realize that some people do
smoke properly, but they only ruin the fun and are
the plague of all smoke-watchers. Imagine what
agony you would be put through if you were at a
boring party and everybody knew how to smoke
properly. It will never happen though; therefore
at the next dull gathering you attend look around
the room carefully and see if you can pick out the
"puffers," the "holders," the "chewers" and the
"fiends." Smoke-watching really makes a wonder-
Dianne IIorxig, Matric.
ALL IS NOT GOLD THAT GLITTERS
There are things that glitter brighter than
gold:— a mother's love for her children, a star in a
dark sky, the sun's reflection on a calm lake,
morning dew, and hoar-frost on the grass, the soft
brown of a. cocker's eyes, soapsuds in a dishpan,
sun shining through stained-glass windows, snow-
flakes on a bright calm day, white sand on a
tropical beach, a rainbow in a cloudless sky, rain-
drops on a window pane. These give a glitter far
brighter than gold. These shine longer and are
always remembered no matter where we go or
what we do.
JosETTE COCHAND, VI B.
KING'S HALL, COMPTON
The tiny stone church .stood alone, its buck
comfortably ensconced in the cool shade of a holily
beautiful little graveyard, hut its face quite ex-
posed to the seething sunset and the dust from the
lane which wandered past it. But the dust brought
a soft grey light to caress the ancient building, and
the cheery whistling of a man, striding up the road,
accompanied the gentle swaying of the trees. He
bounded up the steps, yanked open the door, and
stepped into the cool darkness within.
The old rector was busily dusting the candlesticks
on the altar and did not hear the stranger who stood
for a moment in the centre of the church, quietly
absorbing its holiness and beauty. Then the door
creaked behind him and a light footstep told him
that his bride was coming to him. Speechless, he
took her hand and they walked slowly up the
When they were married and the rector had
pronounced them man and wife, still hand in hand,
they went outside in the twilight. They stood on
the cool grass in front of the little church and looked
about them. They did not embrace; the moment
was too sacred for that. They stood together in
the half-light, surrounded with beauty, too moved
even to think coherently. A door slammed at the
back of the church and they were alone.
All nature held its breath. The soft sound of the
leaves murmuring to each other as they stirred in
the arms of the great, green trees was a. whispered
promise of peace and love. The man and woman-
God's creatures — stood motionless, their hearts full
to overflowing with the searing pain of humanity's
imperfect joy. And suddenly the air was full of
music; the exquisite song of a whippoorwill
bathed their souls in beauty and soared to the
heights in its purity. And they looked at each other,
content with their lot, happy in their love, and
walked down the lane into the darkness.
Ruth Peverley, Matric.
TO A HORSE
His name is Gil, he's a ten year old;
He has a manner lhat's striking and bold.
He can clear four-foot jumps with freedom and ease
And he's as willing to go as the wind and the breeze.
He's gentle as a kitten and smart as a fox;
His colour is strawberry roan with two while sox.
He has a lovely gait and gives a smooth ride,
And when I'm on Gil he gives me great pride.
Gill IVTacLaren, VI 15.
To those who have never seen the sea, it probably
means just a great expanse of salt water, but to
those who have lived on the .sea practically all their
lives, it means home. When I leave the Newfound-
land airport, the last thing I see is the sea washing
upon the beach which lies parallel to the runway,
and when I return, the first thing I look for is the
sea beating upon a rocky coastline far below me.
To me the sea is like a capricious woman, always
changing her moods. Sometimes, when she is angry,
the white-capped breakers beat savagely against the
shore and the turbulent water looks grey. As the
sleeting rain meets the lashing waves and the sea
gulls circle madly overhead, it seems as though the
sea is vindictive for some wrong it has suffered.
Gay and vivacious at times, the sea shows another
of her moods. The sun shining on the frothy white-
caps of the now almost blue sea, makes the drops
of water sparkle like millions of dazzling, beautiful
diamonds. As the waves hit the beach, little sprays
fly up inviting someone to join the sea in her
frolic. The gulls, gaily swooping and diving, are
happy to oblige.
Fog— a common word to a Newfoundlander — is
the sea's constant companion. Like a shroud it
covers everything until the distant headland is
barely discernible. ( )n such occasions the sea adapts
herself to the mood of the fog. The colour of the
water changes to include green, grey and blue all
at once; the waves lap the shore languidly, and
capturing little pebbles in their grasp roll them
into the waiting sea. Everything is grey and dingy
and the white gulls, now slower than usual, contrast
sharply against the bleakness of the scene.
The sea has many moods — some boisterous, some
calm. Each one seems more beautiful and meaning-
ful than (he last. True beauty defies description
and to me, the sea, in whatever mood, is too lovely
and mysterious to be aptly described.
Judy House, VI A.
( From page 33)
V A FORM REPORT
1. Carolyn Angus
2. Joan Wightman
3. Di Bignell
4. Martha White
5. Sue Brainerd
6. Sherry Taylor
7r Rosita Caridi
8. Marion Thomson
!). Gill Castonguay
10. Cathy Stewart
I 1 . Suaun Cross
12. Sandy Miller
13. Harriet Dupont
14. Anne MacDonald
15. Cheryl Lumiere
lfi. Shireen Finch
17. Sue Fuller
IS. Hope Haslain
lit. Jennifer Giles
20. Anne Harrison
21. Elizabeth Hanapson
22. MISS KEYZER
KING'S HALL, CO MPT ON
A WINDY DAY
The salt in the air .seemed to sting my face as
I walked along the top of the wand dunes which
line a lovely stretch of beach. The coarse, sparse
grass seemed to just barely cling to the sandy
earth. It is forced to sway back and forth in the
wake of a gusty wind until I think it is going to
give way any second. Suddenly, almost beneath my
feet, a crab scurries under a leaf and buries itself
in the sand. It quickly disappears as the wind
sweeps the sand over it.
The sky is stormy. The white-caps on the waves
seem to be reaching out to the sky. The vastness
of the scene makes me want to strain my eyes and
look farther and farther. On either side of me are
two estuaries which look as if they are pushing
themselves out to sea, but in spite of their attempts
they are being pushed back.
Seaweed and pebbles are washed up over my
feet as I near the water. The waves seem to get
more and more adventurous with the rising tide. A
piece of wood is washed up in front of my eyes. 1 1
is gnarled and twisted and looks as if it has with-
stood many rough seas and winds.
Suddenly, seeming to sweep down from nowhere,
the sea-gulls fill the air with their loud, hoarse
cries. As I look at them their graceful bodies rising
and falling, I realize I am seeing one of God's
most graceful creatures. They sail on the wind and
are almost unearthy in their beauty.
The dunes steadily change their shape as the
wind swirls the sand around my feet before carrying-
it away. The rain appears far off in the distance,
sweeping across the ocean. The sea now grows
dark and foreboding. The whole scene sends a
strange feeling through me as 1 survey the rough
landscape of the dunes and the angry face of the
Jennifer Patton, VI A.
1 can hear the thump of the horse's heart
As he nears the gate all ready to start;
The signal is given; he's begun his run
With beauty and spirit to know only fun.
He's up to a brush with his gallant stride,
He's over the first with his legs stretched wide.
Twenty or thirty beating the track,
Each one fighting his most for the plaque.
The louder the cries, the faster they fly;
Some horses fall out, some flounder, some die.
But one that is left and is loved best of all
Is the colt Rangi Rex, so bold, strong and tall.
Virginia Xfchols, VI B.
1 1 seems that the latest trend is to become a
'Bohemian.' I had always thought (hat a Bohemian
was a person who was trying to escape attention
by reverting to the natural ways and trying to
be as inconspicuous as possible; however, the other
day I had my first glimpse of two who were
obviously trying to be Bohemians, and I am sure
that one could not fail to notice them in any crowd.
I had been shopping and as it was getting rather
late I decided to take a shorter route home down
one of the less frequented streets of Montreal.
Suddenly I noticed a man and woman come out
of a cafe and walk towards me. I doubt that I
have ever seen such an odd looking couple in my
life. The woman was tall and slender. The first
thing I noticed about her was her hair. It was jet
black, perfectly straight and hung in thick strands
past her shoulders. As she came closer I noticed
that her face was extremely white except for her
eyes, which were huge and very black. She had
thick black eye-lashes and eye-brows. Her mouth
was also white, and the contrast of her dark eyes
against her white face gave her an expression of
tragic sadness. She was dressed completely in
black including dark stockings. Her clothes hung
loosely on her slight frame and I felt that if a
strong wind were to blow she would lie picked up
like a feather and carried with it. Never once in
the minutes I watched her did her facial expression
change. She seemed like a painted poster
representing the evil black lady in a fairy story.
The man beside her was completely different. He
looked more like a slightly above average 'bum'!
His clothes were baggy and very faded. His shirt
hung down below his jacket and his trousers were
of worn corduroy. His beard rivalled Pup Van
Winkle's, but his eyes seemed to have a gay
twinkle, and I felt that he would laugh merrily at
almost any attempt at humour. In fact it was
probably the contrast between him and his death-
like companion that made this couple most notice-
able to the passer-by.
I must admit that this unexpected look at two
Bohemian-struck human beings killed any desire
that I might have had to fall in with the trend.
Helen Gibb-Carsley, Matric.
Hallowe'en by Margot McMurrieh VI A
C The Johatms' Sugar Camp by Virginia Nichols
R A Bedroom Scene by Judy House
E Red Cross Night by Carol Salmon
D V A Christmas Carols by Carol Sonne
I Hula-hoop by Carol Sonne
T Matric Entertainment by Jennifer Patton
S The Skating Rink by Helen Hand
The Snow Hui by Joan Wlghtman
KING'S HALL, CO M PTON
THE MAGIC OF NEW LIFE
Memorable moments occur throughout our lives.
We may not always realize how really tender these
moments are at the time, but when we look back on
them affectionately we can live them again and
again. Those I cherish most are connected with
How distinct in my memory is the day, many
years ago, when I saw the birth of what was to be
my very own foal. For hours I sat with the farmer,
speechless, anxious, and a trifle nervous. True,
living on a farm had taught me how to bring many
different animals into the world, but a colt that I
had already named "Lightning" was to be mine,
and mine alone. Lightning was to be a thorough-
bred, a racer, and a close friend; these dreams and
many more revolved through my head during that
last agonizing hour. At last the foal arrived, and
having been well instructed on foal birth I was
given complete command of the situation. How-
proud I was that I had brought something precious
into the world myself, and how carefully would I
raise this foal, break it in, and look after its every
As it lay wide-eyed and shivering in the stiff
hay, large salt tears rolled down my cheeks — not
only through happiness but through love and pride.
It was such a darling thing — gentle, fragile, and
most exquisitely built! How I thought God loved
me then to give me such a gift as this when I had
done nothing in return. Then, with an unexplainable
thrill, I lifted the little creature to its feet and
carried it to its mother's head; I kissed it quickly,
and darted from the barn to tell my friends.
Every form of new life brings the same un-
explainable thrill, especially early spring. The
particular moment of spring I'm thinking about has
no flowers or even robins, but it has a sun that
makes you tingle with its warmth. Everywhere you
look, little squares of snow are sinking one by one
down to the level of the grass where they sparkle
a few minutes and then melt. Little rivers and
lakes of crystal snow-water make their way
through crevices in the sugar snow, and the leaves
of last autumn can just be recognized by their soft
golden-yellow shining contentedly where the rivers
become estuaries and turbulent deltas. Everywhere
you tread your feet sink, and water rushes out
around your boots as if a plug had been pulled, and
when you look back you don't see familiar foot
prints but oblong, miniature lakes each with a
tint of blue reflected from the royal sky above.
Icicles are fascinating at this time of the spring.
They drip freely into the vanishing snow beneath,
and each drop is a star in itself. Then there's that
low rumble of falling snow from the roof-tops and
the disconcerting shuffle when it reaches its destina-
tion. Oh, if only this moment came oftener than
once a yeai
We have all held our breath at the enchantment
of another new beginning — the entrance of the
bride when she arrives at the church surrounded
by flowers, net, pastel colours, and the delicate
perfume of her bouquet. All heads are turned, the
whispering ceases, the doors are flung open, and a
strange silence falls over the congregation. The
bridesmaids enter in their flouncy dresses, but
behind them is the glory of all, a frightened but
smiling, pretty face, under which flows a cloud of
white and lace, while cheeky slippers peek en-
quiringly from the wine-red carpet. Then our mind
returns to the front of the church, the music
begins, the procession continues, and the magic of
the "first glance" vanishes.
Kate Reed, Matric.
She was a wild mare. She stood out of the herd
and grazed quietly by herself at the edge of a
lonely brook. Sensing my presence, she raised her
head with a jerk. Her muscles tensed, ready to run.
Her ears came forward and her nostrils expanded so
much that I could see the rosy red within. She
was dressed all in black, with a blaze of white on
her forehead. Her long black mane waved horizon-
tally across her thick neck, and her tail flew up now
and then to punish an annoying fly. As I was still,
she finally lowered her head slowly; however, she
was still aware that something was not as it should
be. In the background the brood mares grazed
lazily, every now and then lifting their heads and
chewing grass at the same time. The mare began
to wander towards the stream with her graceful
neck thrust out, so that her well-formed head
seemed to cover her chest. I moved slightly. Then
suddenly up came her head, her ears moved back
and forth, signifying she was now on the alert. She
caught sight of me. Her forelegs wheeled to the
left. She paused. In one quick motion she was
galloping. Her forelegs stretched out straight. Her
muscles strained against her sleek body. Her fore-
legs met and parted. Her mane and tail flew like
waving wheat. Her powerful shoulders went quickly
back and forth. She disappeared from view, leaving
the other mares grazing nonchalantly. After all, they
had seen a human being before.
Diane Newman, VI A.
KING'S HALL, COMPTON
Enchanting moments are thrilling and stirring
moments, when your whole emotional being trans-
ports yon into a separate world of fantasy. Enchan-
ting moments do not always till people with
ecstasy, hut they sometimes make them feel proud
or make them want to hurst with joy. To me
enchanting moments might be in watching my
children grow up, each day hoping that they might
be moulded into more pure and upright persons,
but I am going to write about an enchanting
moment from my own childhood. I was about
eight years old.
It was two o'clock on a blue and gold afternoon,
and I was to be married! We were living at the
time in a little cream and black cottage in the
country, which seemed to be nestled in a cluster
of pine and spruce trees. Our next door neighbour
was to be my husband, and we were to be made
man and wife in a delicate alcove of bushes. Ten
people came to our "wedding." I had a white
sheet draped down like a train over my smock
dress, and a tiara carefully arranged with pine
needles. Jonathan, my bride-groom, was clad in
an army uniform with a sword in a scabbard. Of
course I wore Mummy's high heeled shoes, and
had also used her lipstick generously. The brides-
maids had tiny clusters of pansies as bouquets and
T had some lilacs. They all wore quilted dressing-
Well, by the time the procession was ready, I was
so enthralled by the thought of being married in a
few minutes that nothing could have distrubed me.
We walked across the dainty bridge edged with
daisies and on through the woods. All was very
solemn and still except for the chirping of birds and
for a striped chipmunk that scurried in front of us
rustling the dead leaves, and disappearing in the
hollow of an oak tree.
We arrived at our destination, a little sheltered
spot, in the woods, which appeared very sacred to
us. There was no real ritual to our ceremony as
far as the daughter being given away by her father
was concerned, but we thought it right for the
minister, my younger brother, to pronounce us
Mi-, and Mrs. Roosevelt. I was in a complete daze
of excitement. The thought of being a mother
enraptured me, and now I would have to keep
house! We all went to our tree house in the woods
and had the reception — ice-cream and sponge cake.
Walking home hand in hand, we were both so
very happy and the day was so beautiful that we
forgot we were only young school children and
that we had "made believe," until we neared the
brook and heard Mummy calling, "Belinda, time
for tea, dear."
I suddenly came out of my enchantment and ran
through the primrose gate into Mummy's arms
and told her of my unforgettable afternoon. We
walked inside our cozy little cottage and closed the
door on an afternoon of Enchanting Moments.
Judy Hingston, Matric.
MOODS OF THE SEA
Have you ever stood high above the water on a
bluff and watched the waves crash against the
rocks? Have you seen them shoot up like geysers
into the air sending salt, swell, and colour into the
sky? Have you seen that same sea pound, pound,
pound against the flat beach only a few miles
away ? Watching the sea we gain confidence in
ourselves, and the troubled world around becomes
inconsequential. Look how the sea rolls unceasingly
in and out with time!
Did you ever stand on a sandy beach that
stretches for miles in all directions and watch the
sea-gulls swoop and dive for food ? They glide and
manipulate their wings with more grace and ease
than any human ballet-dancer. Have you watched
the grey shadows of these birds cast on the clear
green water? Have you ever seen the tiny rivulets
of water course their way to the waterline when the
tide is out ? These infinitely numerous channels
criss-cross one another on the damp, hard-packed
sand, dividing the greal expanse of land into
myriads of different shapes.
And oh, how cunning the sea is when it creeps
up to the bathers on the hot sand and with one
extra push, drenches them with frigid water!
The tides are deceiving for the water seems to
beat on the same place, when in actual fact, little
by little it creeps back and forth between the high
and low tide points. What fun it is to stand on the
edge when the water is receding and bury your feet
in the sand! Suddenly, you catch your breath and
feel the earth slipping away from you as sand and
water are drawn out to (he sea.
The colours of the sea change from day to day
and sometimes, from hour to hour. The shades of
grey, green, and blue are innumerable and have
been the objects of the artist's imagination for
centuries. I think it is only those who live by the
sea all year round who know all the moods of this
phenomenon as it changes with the passing seasons.
Charlotte Stevens, Y\ A.
KING'S H A LL, GO M PTO N
Sitting in an- room I heard a scratching noise at
my window. Curiously I went to investigate the
sound and found it to be a branch of the old maple
tree tapping to and fro in the wind. For a moment
I gazed at the twig, and for the first time I
noticed a few leaves pulling free and swirling to the
ground. Autumn was setting in. As I looked toward
the hill in the distance I saw a shade of yellow
blending with orange— then red! The sun was
shining outside and life did not seem to have
changed, but in three weeks there would probably
be a bitter west wind. The leaves would be madly
tossing to the ground, and I would likely be out
raking them to be tossed into the bonfire. The sky
would be grey and the clouds would be moving
swiftly across it. Noisy chattering would be heard
as the squirrel was fighting with his neighbour over
the huge acorn at the top of the tree. They would
be collecting their food for the long winter months.
Across the sky in groups and swarms we would see
every variety of bird migrating south. At the club
there would be no more tennis — no more sailing at
the lake three miles away — no more colour to
represent our Canadian autumn.
Diana Gordon, VI 11
IMPRESSIONS OF ZAMBULA
THE PLATINUM PLATYPUS FROM PLUTO
There is nothing I like better on a beautiful,
sunny clay, than to shut myself in a dark cinema
and watch two of Hollywood's masterpieces. A
typical double feature might contain films marked
thus: "The Platinum Platypus from Pluto" and
"Zambula." I am shrewd in my choice. Unlike the
innocent, I realize that "Zambula" is not an exotic
movie of some foreign escapade, as the name
implies, but a "rip-roarin' Western." This deceptive
name disguises the type of movie in order to lure
Western-haters to the theatres. Fans who are too
familiar to be misled come anyway. Nor is the
"Platinum Platypus from Pluto" a twentieth
century marvel-film, but again a tale of the Old
West in different clothes, (to put it figuratively).
Now settle down for four hours of "action-packed
"Zambula" begins with a "heart-warming"
scene. A covered wagon rolls westward; the clip-
clop of horses' hooves can be heard in time to
loud soldierly music. Betsy-Lou whips the horses
with her lily-white hands, encouraging them on-
ward with "Hah, git on ya whippersnappers!" Pa,
seated beside her, regards her with as much love
as a terrible actor can muster. Tears fill my eyes
at this gentle sight. Suddenly the soldierly music
stops. Wild cries and bandits rush ou1 of no-
where — the Kicking Kid is in the lead. (I can tell
because bad men are always dressed in black.)
Betsy's Pa has been wounded and the wagon burnt
when the music begins again louder and louder.
Davy Crocket in all his glory rides to the rescue.
Betsy-Lou looks lovely, not a hair out of place or a
wrinkle in her expensive dress! No wonder Davy is
flabbergasted at the sight of her. (Ladies, if you
could but follow her example!)
She shrieks, "David, ya'll be killed!" as he fights
the Kicking Kid.
Who will win? Who will win? Surely not our
hero? But wait! (My heart is pounding). No-
Yes — Davy has killed the evil Kicking Kid.
Just then old Pa chokes. He is dying. What is
he trying to say? It can't be! He begs Betsy's
forgiveness; he planned the attack himself so that
he could get insurance money for his old chuck
wagon. ("How clever this plot is," I think to
myself). With this confession, Pa bids farewell to
the world and clutches his heart and dies in the
arms of Betsy-Lou. Hollywood must have Pa die!
He is basically good, so he can't go to jail; however
he cannot be let off scott-free. Death is the only
answer. The music grows to a harmonious cres-
cendo as Betsy-Lou and Davy walk arm-in-arm
into the future grinning at each other with their
capped teeth. The end. Wasn't that exciting!
Suddenly we are brought into the land of to-
morrow. As I said before, "The Platinum Platypus
from Pluto" is a specialized Western. Betsy-Lou
and Pa are in a space ship instead of a chuck
wagon. Betsy is called Mercana and Pa is a mad
scientist with an extra syllable added to his name-
Papa. The Platinum Platypus, alias the Kicking
Kid, terrorizes all. Spacy Tracy is another name
for Davy Crocket. Since the plot is exactly the
same as the other one, I shall not bother to repeat
myself. It's so much fun to see the same story
again, because now I know what's going to happen.
At the end of the entire performance I marvel
at Hollywood. How could they be so original?
Their films, because never the same, attract
million of intelligent people like me. So much do
we idolize the actors that we even adopt their
traits and talk like the characters they play.
Thus, as Betsy-Lou would say, "So long,
Gale Davis, Matric.
K I N G ' S H A L L . C () M PTON
DEFINITION OF A TEEN-AGER
A Teenager: Noun, Feminine: one who tails
between the ages of twelve and twenty; someone
who can be messy, demanding, juvenile, haughty,
coy, noisy, mature, shy, hysterical, and humble —
all in the space of a few minutes; a person who is
usually seen in "faded blues" and an enormous
shirt kidnapped from a bewildered father; one who
chews gum most indiscreetly and rides in ostenta-
tiously-coloured cars belonging to the "hot rod'
class; a person who is noisy when silence is essential
—quiet when she is asked to speak; one who hears
what she shouldn't, yet becomes conveniently deaf
when it suits her; someone whose vocabulary
contains such words as "cool," "man," "Daddy-O,"
"f antabulous, " "divine," "crazy cat," "yah,"
"yummy," "rock'n'roll," "hot," "hep," and "jive";
a person who consumes an unusually large amount
of food in an unusually short amount of time; one
who can go without sleep for four or five days and
remain undaunted; one who leaves her room in a
manner usually associated with the destruction
done by hurricanes or tornadoes; a person who is
sure she knows more than anyone else in the world,
especially where parents are concerned; one who
has the knack of being oblivious of the fact that
there are other people in the world besides herself,
and getting away with it sometimes! This is a
teenager! _, ,,
Susan ( iOrdon, VI A.
( )n glancing at the real-estate advertisements in a
newspaper, one is very apt to come across the word
home. To me, a home is made, not by bricks and
mortar, but by the people who live in it, look after
it, and cherish it. A home consists of family and
friends and the atmosphere they create. Tin 1
atmosphere of my summer home is one of laughter
and gaiety. All summer long it is full of relations
and friends. Al the beginning of the holiday only
the immediate family is present and the house is
peaceful and quiet. I ne large picture windows look
out onto the bay and search for I he boal bringing
the guests. The garden gets ready to be admired as
I he flowers quicken their growth so thai they may
be blooming and nodding a, welcome to the yearly
visitors. Still shining from the spring cleaning with
the bear rugs as yet unruffled, the inside of the
house gets ready loo as it eagerly anticipates I he
arrival of guests. For no wonder! 1 1 lias been
empty, cold and lonely for nearly a year; no wonder
it welcomes first the family, then Hie guests.
Suddenly we see the boat round the point,
and we rush to the wharf to meet our friends.
Soon we shall all be back, and everything in the
home— dogs wagging their tails and smiling, the
natural wood walls shining, the fire merrily
crackling, the same barometer pointing to good
weather— everything helps our home to live up to
its name, "A Thousand Welcomes."
During the course of the all-too-short summer we
are swept along in a mad wave of gaiety, and ours
is a happy home. People "dropping in" by day,
teen-agers tiptoeing in "in the wee sma' hours," and
the "Where have you been last night?" create
the wonderfully happy atmosphere that comes
when people enjoy themselves.
Too soon conies the day of the last boat, too
soon tilings are packed and put away, and too
soon we leave. The house seems to sigh and say a
mute good-bye, with its reflecting eyes, to the
family it has sheltered for another summer. Now
it must wait for Thanksgiving and then it must
take a last look at the bay, for our home's eyes will
be shuttered and it will settle back and wait, as
in sleep, for spring.
Janet Beattie, VI A.
IN THE YEAR TWO THOUSAND
What does the future have in store for us?
Scientists predict that travel to the moon will
become an everyday procedure within the next
twenty years. Other men of learning have dreamed
of interplanetary highways enclosed in transparent
tunnels. Transportation will be many times faster
than it is to-day because cars and other vehicles
will have jet propulsion. These are only a few of
I he future ideas which have captured the minds of
many great thinkers of our times.
.biles Verne, a French author who lived in the
early nineteenth century, turned the thought of
space travel over in his mind and wrote a book,
From Earth to Moon. People scoffed at the idea
and thought that he was either a genius or a mad
man. His dreams were those of the future- they
looked forward, not backward. Part of his predic-
tion of space travel has come true with the coming
ot the Russian Sputniks and American missiles,
but what of the other part ?
Xo one really knows the answer to this question.
Time will (ell in years to come whether or not the
possibility of space travel will become a reality.
Sandy Miller, Y A.
CONCEPTION BAY AT SUNSET
The sea coast at .sunset indeed can present a
magnificent scene. Standing on a high rock, I can
feel the vastness and magnificence of the ocean
below me. In the foreground I see three large
iron-ore ships whose shadows are reflected plain-
ly on the quiet water. In the far distance are
barely visibile softly-rolling hills, looking blue
through the mist of the evening. In front of these
lie three islands, of which one — Bell Island— is gay
with street lights and lights from the various
buildings. Travelling slowly across the "Tickle" is
the "Kipawa" making her hourly run back from
Bell Island to Portage Cove.
The grey rocks, tinged with reds, blues and
greens, protrude from the water and are a symbol
of home to me. Here on the hillsides behind these
rocks the Newfoundland fishermen have built their
homes. Here also I can see the fish-flakes and the
motor boats. I can see scores of men, women and
children mooring boats, hanging up fish-nets, and
closing doors of the "cleaning houses" in the last
preparations for the night. Others have already
finished their tasks and are climbing the hills to
A cool night breeze is beginning to make very
gentle ripples on the water, and the waves seem
to ebb and to run faster. Overhead the last sea-gulls
are calling as they fly to their nests on the rocks.
From my perch I hear the waves hitting the shore
as if to say, "I am sorry; I am sorry."
The sky is vividly painted with various shades
of red, orange, blue, and green. All these are re-
flected in the sea. I feel as though everything were
about to burst into flames. The sun is making its
last appearance through the clouds; Slowly, slowly,
it is sinking to rest — now it has vanished! I am
completely awed by the serenity of this view, and
I feel a tranquillity which I shall long associate
with the beauty of Conception Bay.
MY MOST MEMORABLE MEAL
Out in Vancouver one evening in late Augusl my
father and I got into the car and drove over
the Lion's Gate Bridge in West Vancouver. We
were to pay a visit to an Indian reservation where I
had what I think was the most memorable meal
of my life. There was uothing special aboul the
service — no lace tablecloths nor linen napkins, no
beautifully decorated china nor crystal wine-glasses.
Instead, we ate our food off wooden plates and
drank from wooden mugs in the tepee of the
Indian Chief. We sat on soft cushions on the
ground, the earth being our only table. For the
first course we had smoked salmon which had been
slowly cooked over a smoldering fire. It had the
most delicious taste of smoke and butter, one such
as I had never experienced before. The outer edges
were crisp, and the middle was soft and tender.
With our salmon we were served small muffins,
which we had watched some Indian women make.
The dough had been beaten with a rounded piece
of wood; then shaped and put into a huge roughly-
constructed oven which had cooked them into the
tender golden muffins now on our plates. The
vegetable was corn on the cob- the Indian "maize."
This had been roasted to perfection over the fire
by some Indian girls. The beverage was a reddish-
coloured punch, which- though I'll never know
what is was made of — was very tasty. We had no
sooner finished this delicious course than two small
boys came to us, offering a tempting piece of
watermelon. It had been grown right on the
reservation, where it had been tended by the
Indians, and it was certainly the freshest, most
delicately-flavoured melon I had ever eaten. After
this meal, the Chief told us many tales about the
Indians. Although this meal was not the most
elaborate of my life, it was undoubtedly the most
MaRGOT Mf'AIlRRICH, VI A.
Penny Ayre, VI A.
"What's new ?" This question is repeatedly asked by parents and ( )ld Girls alike, and is usually answered
with the familiar "Nothing much!" Actually, new things have been happening all year. When we arrived in
September we found new chenille bedspreads to match the green curtains we had been given last spring. They
look extremely nice. Upon our return in January we noticed all the new fire equipment. This includes some
fire doors leading directly from the class-rooms and an extra fire-escape from the north end of the top floor.
We also have new, very up-to-date fire extinguishers and a new auxiliary pump.
The most conspicuous new thing is a class-room at the south end of the building connected by a short
corridor with the south door. A door in the corridor leads outside. We don't know yet which will be the lucky
Form! The Matrics had a lovely surprise in February. They were given the former laundry room — repainted
and nicely furnished — as a Matric sitting-room. The laundry is now in the old drying-room, with a modern
dryer and the most up-to-date equipment. We've been told that the Juniors in the Cottage are allowed to
stay up a little later on Friday evenings, and they have a dressing-gown breakfast at the Cottage every Sun-
day morning. As you see, new things have been happening at K.II.C. and will continue to happen. The next
time you are asked "What's new?" think twice before you answer, "Nothing much!" — B. Shannon, Matric.
ING'S HALL, COMPTON
\ Cottage Evening by Barbara Little
The Junior Cottage by Janet Simms
The Juniors at Home by Betty-Jane Punn.
We have a house matron
Mrs. Welter by name,
Who has the cottage
Under her reign.
She fumes and she splutters
Whenever one speaks
Before seven thirty
When she wakes up from sleep.
She's in a bad fit
Until she's had tea,
And gives some to Lags
Her brown dog, you see.
She loves the warm weather
But she hates the cold,
And never goes out
Inless she is told.
But she makes us stay out
Till we just about freeze,
In a wind thai she calls
A cool winter breeze.
But come along spring
When it's warm and it's sunny,
She's out in the garden
(And boy! Is it funny!)
She pulls up the worms
And the weeds and the snakes,
And she takes out the leaves
With hoes and with rakes.
Her friend at the cottage
Is really a costie.
Her first name is Claire
Her second is Dostie.
Mile, teaches sewing
And cooking to us,
And if something's wrong
There's really a fuss.
And if, accidently,
Her photo you take,
She just about kills us
Right there, with no wait.
But in spite of these things
It's fun over here;
The life at the cottage
Is full of good cheer.
The Staff lei us up
Till quarter past eighl ,
And when we are lucky
Fifteen minutes late.
And lire-drills are fun,
We know, and you'll learn,
When Mad-moi-selle shouts,
"( iet up or you'll burn!!!"
But the Staff over here
Aren't as bad as they seem,
And we'd like to thank,
That wonderful team.
Janet Burgoyne. Y B.
KING'S HALL, COMPTON
VB FORM REPORT
This year our Form, the VB's, consisted of
twenty-one girls; namely, Barbara Baker, Cathy
Wootton, Barbara Savage, Nicola Druce, Caroline
Massey, Kath MacCulloch, Debby Rankin, Tony
Sharp, Margaret Glen, Dodie Hornig, Susan
White, Janet Burgoyne, Emily Black, Lindy Peck,
Betsy Cox, Frances Budden, Penny Bayly, Dell
Wilson, Dougie Trudeau, l)i Glass, Sandra Ponder.
The three Form Captains were Nicola Druce,
Cathy Wootton, and Emily Black. The three
Sports Captains were Sandra Ponder, Debby
Rankin, and Janet Burgoyne.
This year has been an eventful and enjoyable
one for the YB'.s. In the Christmas term, with the
assistance of the IV A's and IV B's we presented a
Nativity play. On account of the early winter we
had skiing and other sports before Christmas.
In the second term we did a lot of skiing and
skating. Every week we had a Red Cross meeting
during which we made things to donate to the
Red Cross; also we enjoyed many entertainments
put on here by people from outside the school.
We would very much like to thank our Form
Mistress, Mrs. Elliott, for helping us with all our
troubles and making the year so pleasant.
Thank you, Mrs. Elliott.
Emily Black, V B.
A MORNING IN THE FOREST
All the forest lay quiet. The sun had not yet
risen, but a grey light which was partly hidden by
mist, began to filter in from the east. It was getting
lighter now and the birds were waking, but not
making too much noise as the sun was still dimmed
by the heavy blanket of morning mist.
The creatures that had been out at night came
slowly back to their homes to rest and sleep in
preparation for another night's foraging. In the
heart of the forest, where it was barely light yet,
a stag rose to his feet sniffing the early-morning
air and listening cautiously. His ears caught even
the slightest movement made by the breeze blowing
gently through the trees, but at the same time his
nose told him that it was safe to go out and get a
bite of juicy meadow-grass. A rabbit sat up on his
haunches and sniffed and listened; his nose and
ears told him that a fox was near so he scampered
off to his burrow.
Now it was much lighter and all the animals were
awake and looking for food. They knew not what
dangers or what pleasures they were to face, but
thus began a day in the life of the forest.
Sheila Salmond, IV A.
As the first rays of dawn spread across the
horizon from the cast announcing the arrival of the
morning sun, an arch of light floats upward to
meet the endless stretch of the night skies. From
silver to pink the colours change, spreading up-
wards and outwards like the ripples made by a
falling leaf on a calm lake, making the hills and
fields, clad in sparklings snow blush. The bare criss-
cross branches of misty trees make a spider's web
shadow of a shawl on the white expanse of snow.
L*p and up the sun rises, up toward the dome oi
the sky, until half of its rosy face is peeking
rakishly above the line of the horizon, blazing
furiously like a forest Are. The peak of its majesty
is only too soon over and slowly tint surely it rises
above the world; the flaring colour slowly fading
into a yellow-gold ball. The sunrise is over and the
day is well begun.
Catherine Wootton, V B.
Beguia is an island about eight miles away from
St. Vincent. It is small, being only six miles by
eight miles. Like most of the islands off the coast of
St. Vincent it is very mountainous and beautiful.
The channel between St. Vincent and Beguia is
one of the roughest in the world and many war
ships practise going through it and anchoring in
Port Elizabeth on its south side. This is a deep
water harbour and is considered a very good one.
Along the coast there arc many beaches that are
lovely for swimming, where beautiful white sand
and often unusual shells can be found. Also at
the rivers' mouths small white fish called Tre Tre
are caught in nets. They are only found when there
has been what is called "Tre Tie Lightning." This
fish is a great delicacy as it is found only in St.
Vincent and Beguia.
On the island there are many interesting sights
such as large flocks of wild pigeons and sometimes
one might see parrots of beautiful hues talking to
each other in their own language.
At the north end of the island is a mountain
called Cinnamon. It is the highest there and from
the top one can see almost the whole island, which
is very thinly populated. There is only one town
and this should really be called a village. ( )ther than
this the island is mostly forest with a few scattered
farm houses in the valleys.
Betty Jane Punnett, IV A.
[ING'S HALL, COMPTON
A hike is a place that can be enjoyed by every-
one, young and old alike. If you like scenery, there
is nothing more beautiful than watching some ducks
swimming though the rushes or watching the odd
piece of driftwood seeking its destination. If
beauty doesn't arouse your interest, there's
always a relaxing hour to be spent trying your
luck with the rod. Of course if your're the type who
loves sports, you can spend a most enjoyable
afternoon .swimming or water skiing. These are
just a few of the many things to be enjoyed at a
Nichola Druce, V B.
A PEN PAL
Having a pen pal is a very nice thing. You can
ask her what her hobbies are, what sort of a
climate she lives in and many other interesting
things. My pen pal lives in Japan. Her name is
Qrw.m'l.-,. IV.I.-111 >i,l oil a litroc i,, ., o,.l.,,,.|, . ,)'
things. My pei
Sachiko Dekuna anc
Tokyo called Fujisawa
she lives in a suburb of
In winter she lives nea.i
I okyo called fujisawa. In winter she lives near
the sea shore and in summer she goes to the
Japanese Alps. Uvv hobby is collecting stamps. She
is in grade eight and is just learning to speak
English. I receive a letter from her nearly every
two months. It is sometimes in Japanese, but
occasionally in quite good English. Someday I
hope I shall be able to visit her in person.
Frances Btjdden, Y B.
■The Lighthouse", Tempera— Vicki Druce, IV B
MY VISIT TO THE CITY
My first visit to the city was an exciting and
frightening one for me. I was told by my mother to
phone my aunt on my arrival. After doing that and
being told to walk to her house I started to cross
the street. I was looking up at the skyscrapers when
all of a sudden cars whizzed by me in every direc-
tion, blowing their horns. Later I got lost. I
walked up one street and down others, not knowing
quite where I was going. Finally, exhausted and
giving it all up, I went to a booth and phoned my
aunt again. She had a taxi come to get me. On
reaching my aunt's house, safe and sound, I
resolved that never again would I travel alone.
Katherixe MacCulloch, V B.
After all the lights are out.
Someone peeks from where they lie,
And says, "I think without a doubt
Tonight's the night a raid we'll try."
Around the rooms we pass the word.
To <;irls just waiting for some fun,
In sheets and shoes ourselves we gird.
Waiting for the sign to run.
We rush downstairs to scare the Stall',
But what to our wondering eyes,
We Hud the Staff have gone outside
Waving and yelling good-byes.
Someone says, "Let's lock the doors
So they can't come in."
We lock the doors and keep them out,
Jul they start to make a din.
Then we sit and tell some funny tales
Until from laughter we turn red,
And then we hear the downcast wail,
"It is time to go to bed."
We go off with the sadest looks
Upon our little faces,
But in our memories, of the night
Before we still have traces.
NE, V B.
KING'S H ALL, C M P T N
THE OTTAWA NATIONAL MUSUEM
In Ottawa there is a fairly large museum. In one
part there is the National Art Gallery with beautiful
paintings. In another part are insects and animals.
One section is dedicated to the Indians. It shows
their clothes, their way of travelling, and their
weapons which are all very interesting.
In the section containing animals, polar bears
and huskies growling at each other are shown. Then
there are a few beavers building a dam, also red
foxes teaching their young to catch rabbits. In
the bird section there is a big hawk over her nest,
also some Canadian geese. All the things shown are
most interesting. T think the museum is a wonderful
Barbara Little, IV A.
THE MORNING SUN
Awakening just before the dreaded rising bell I
glanced out the window to see the magnificent and
splendid sight of the rising sun. It was so beautiful
against the blue white-washed sky with its flimsy,
scattered bits of clouds, pure and white! It looked
as if the whole sky was afire, so red were the shining
rays. And as it shone down on the fields of snow,
they too turned to fire. Then as suddenly as it had
come it died down and completely disappeared
behind the fluffy pink clouds to wait for another
morning to show off its brilliant beauty to the
Margaret Glen, V B.
There are many beaches in the Barbados, some
are very lonely and some are very crowded but
the one that is just right is Bathsheba. This beach-
is very long and very wide and there are a lot of
mountains behind it. It lias a lot of Portuguese-
men-of-war which are little creatures that arc
washed up on the beach by the sea. They are pink,
blue and purple and are very poisonous.
There is the most gorgeous sunset there. It is
like a rcdhot ball of flames sinking into the sea.
Then at night the crickets come out and their
chorus makes you fall asleep while the moon conies
up like a big silver ball in the sky.
Elaine Oliver, IV A.
THE BEAUTY OF ALGONQUIN
Paddling through the water on a quiet summer
evening, one can see the true loveliness of Algon-
quin, a national park in Ontario. Giant pines
surround the lake sticking high up in the sky.
Little breezes ruffle the water causing the canoe to
rock and sway gently. Looming high up above the
trees on a small mountain, the Ranger's tower
appears like a ghostly form. Little streams and
rivers wind their way through the Park. In
Algonquin wildlife thrives. Young deer drink at
the shore, not at all afraid of a person out paddling.
In many places one can observe the remains of a
beaver dam or house. The call of the North is
always luring us forward to give us a chance to
see the true beauty and loveliness of Algonquin.
Janet Burgoyne, V B.
A DAYLIGHT ROBBERY
A few days ago, as I was looking out of my
window in the early morning, I was startled to see
a daylight robbery! An adorable baby squirrel had
managed to get himself a small ear of corn. As he
sat eating the kernels, a large grey squirrel appeared
suddenly behind him and knocked the corn right
out of the baby's paw and to the ground. The baby
squirrel was rather startled, and looked as if he
was wondering what kind of magic had caused the
disappearance of his food. After a few minutes he
realized it was useless to sulk about his loss, so he
ran off to find more, which he hoped would not be
Diana Glass, V B.
Leeds Girls' High School: Leeds, England.
St. Andrew's College Review: St. Andrew a, Aurora, Ont.
Edgehill Review: Edgehill School, Windsor, N.S.
Ludemus: Havergal College, Toronto, Ont. i Toronto Ont
Bishop Strachan School Magazine: Bishop Strachan School, 1 oronto,
Lachute High School Annual: Lachute, P.Q.
The Beaver Log: Miss Edgar's and Miss Cramp's School, Montreal, P.Q.
The Tallow Dip: Netherwood, Rothesay, N.B.
The Croftonian: Crofton House, Vancouver, B.C.
The Branksome Slogan: Branksome Hall, Toronto, Ont.
The Blue and White: Rothesay School, Rothesay, X.B.
The Pibroch: Strathallen School, Hamilton, Ont.
The Mitre: University of Bishop's College, LennoxvUle, P.Q.
The Bishop's College School Magazine: Bishop's College School, Lennoxvule, 1 .Q.
Technical Collegiate Institute: Saskatoon, Sask.
Samara: Elmwood School, Ottawa, Ont.
Intra Muros: St. Clement's School, Toronto, Ont.
The Record: Trinity College School, Port Hope, Ont.
The Ashburian: Ashbury College School, Ottawa, Ont.
The Grove Chronicle: Lakefield, Ont.
The Almaphalian: Alma College, St. Thomas, Ont.
The Balmoral Hall Magazine: Balmoral Hall, Winnipeg, Man.
The Chronicle: The Study, Montreal, P.Q-
The Alibi: Albert College, Belleville, Ont.
The Boar: Hillfield School, Hamilton, Ont.
Trafalgar Echoes: Trafalgar School, Montreal, P.Q.
THE LINE-UP! ! Guess who
1. Went Visiting Last Nighl
2. Thinks She's Got A Good Voice
:',. Is ( Shewing ( lum
t. Wants To Go On A Dicll?)
5. lias A Birthday
6. Is A Practical Joker
KING'S HALL, CO MPT ON
C. Angus, Hiichill Avenue, Hudson Heights, P.Q.
J. Archer, 1450 Richelieu Rd., Richelieu Village P.Q
E. Audet, 150 Vimy Avenue, Sherbrooke, P.Q.
C. Ayers, 30(55 Ridgewood Ave., Apl . 504, Montreal 26, P.Q
P. Ayre, "Wmterholme," 79 Pennies Mill Rd., St. John's Xrld
B. Baker, 198 Dufferin Road, Hampstead, P.Q
B. Barrett, Alexandra Place, ('.alt Out.
P. Bayley, 9 Burton Road, Toronto 10, Ont.
J. Beattie, "Ledard," Fort Chambly P.Q
G. Bell, 90 Markland St., Hamilton, Ont.
B. Bernier, Wendybrook Farms, Sweet sburg PQ
F. Bieler, 2151 Brulant St., Sillerv, P.Q.
D. Bignell, Lake Beauport, P.Q, '
J. Bignell, Lake Beauport, P.Q.
E. Black, 11 First Street, Iberville, P.Q.
C. Bower, 215 Park Blvd., Tuxedo, Winnipeg, Man.
S. Brainerd, IS Richelieu Place, Montreal 25, P.Q.
E. Brown, St. George's Rectory, Drummondville, P.Q.
F. Budden, 238 C'lemow Avenue, Ottawa, Ont.
J. Burgoyne, 59 Yates Street, St. Catharines, Ont.
P. Butterficld, Palm Ridge, Pembroke, Bermuda.
J. Byers, 18 Aberdeen Ave., Westmount, P.Q.
L. Caridi, Calle 32 No. 43-74 Apartado dereo, Barranquilla S. A
R. Caridi, Calle 32 No. 43-74 Apartado dereo, Barranquilla' S A
L. Carter, 4885 Cote St. Luc, Westmount, P.Q.
G. Castonguay, 202 Cloverdale Rd., Rockcliffe Park,
Ottawa 2, Ont.
R. Christensen, 1509 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal, P.Q.
J. Cochand, Chalet Cochand, St. Marguerite Station P.Q
P. Cooney, 20(5 Sheraton Drive, Montreal West, P.Q.
A. Connacher, 250 Dromore Ave., Winnipeg, Man.
B. Cordeau, 408 Metcalfe Ave., Westmount, P.Q.
J. Cordeau, 408 Metcalfe Ave., Westmount, P.Q.
J. Corry, 44 Kensington Ave., Kingston, Ont.
M. Cowie, 2 Maple Ave., Beauprc, P.Q.
B. Cox, R.R. 1, Box 208, Hudson, P.Q.
S. Cross, 38 Golf Avenue, Pointe Claire, P.Q.
G. David, "Rob," Knowlton, P.Q.
S. Dawes, 57 Belvedere Circle, Westmount, P.Q.
G. de Kuyper, 591 Argyle Avenue, Westmount, P.Q.
X. Druce, Glen Harbour, Magog, P.Q.
V. Druce, Glen Harbour, Magog, P.Q.
D. Duncanson, 244 Dunvegan Road, Toronto, Ont.
H. Dupont, 766 Upper Lansdowne Ave., W T estmount B ()
S. Finch, P.O. Box 239, Clarkson, Ont.
L. Fraser, Box 370, Baie Comeau, P.Q.
S. Frost, 225 Cadillac Ave., Beaconsfield, P.Q.
S. Fuller, R.R. 1, Gait, Ont.
H. Gibb-Carsley, The Perthv, Main Rd., Como, P.Q.
J. Giles, 229 Second St. E., Cornwall, Ont.
D. Glass, Bishop's College School, Lennoxville, P.Q.
N. Glass, Bishop's College School, Lennoxville, P.Q.
M. Glen, 20122, Lakeshore Rd., Baie D'Urfee, P.Q.
C. Gordon, 61 Chestnut Park, Toronto, Ont.
D. Gordon, 61 Chestnut Park, Toronto, Ont.
S. Gordon, 1, Fern Dell Drive, Elmira, N.Y.
H. Grant, 17 Robie St., Halifax, Nova Scotia.
E. Hampson, 16 Strathcona Drive, Town of Mt. Royal, P.Q.
H. Hand, "Thru-the-hand," Pembroke, Bermuda.
S. Hanson, 39 Park Avenue, Lennoxville, P.Q.
A. Harrison, 1841 Rue St. Michel, Sillery, P.Q.
S. Harshaw, 6 Hudson Avenue, Westmount, P.Q.
H. Haslam, 28 Maple Avenue, Hamilton, New York.
J. Hingston, 614 Victoria Ave., Westmount, P.Q.
D. Hornig, R.R. 1, Bolton Centre, P.Q.
D. Hornig, R.R. 1, Bolton Centre, P.Q.
J. House, 19 Cobb Lane, Cornerbrook, Nfld.
J. Howard, 342 Kenaston Ave., Town of Mt. Royal, P.Q.
J. Hutchison, 142 Forest Hill Rd., Toronto 7, Ont.
K. Kingston, 25 Forden Ave., Westmount, P.Q.
D. Lambert, 6 Braeside Place, Westmount, P.Q.
C. Lumiere, International Services, North Hatley, P.Q.
B. Little, 266, MacLaren Street, Ottawa, Ont.
C. Lyman, 3238 Cedar Avenue, Westmount, P.Q.
J. MaeCulloch, "Oakwood," Box 283, Bedford, Nova Scotia.
A. Macdonald, 28 Senneville Road, Senneville, P.Q.
J. MacDougald, c/o Mrs. Laird, 20658 Lake Shore Rd.,
Baie d'Urfee, P.Q.
G. Maelaren, "Fernwood," Francklyn St., Halifax, VS.
S. Maelaren, 672 Roslvn Avenue, Westmount, P.Q.
C. Massev, 74 Acacia Rd., Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa, Ont.
S. McArthur, 1460 McGregor St., Montreal, P.Q.
P. McLean, 27 Rosemont Avenue, Westmount, P.Q.
S. McMaster, 3141 Daulac Rd., Montreal 6, P.Q.
M. McMurrich, 340 James St. S., Hamilton, Ont.
M. Meagher, 44 Aberdeen Ave., Westmount, P.Q.
A. Miller, 4, Islesmere Gardens, Si. Dorothee, P.Q.
M. Molson, Stanstead College, Stanstead, P.Q.
S. Morris, 125 First St. E., Cornwall, Ont.
V. Morris, 4438, Oxford Avenue, Montreal, 28, P.Q.
B. Murray, 46 Academy St., Lennoxville, P.Q.
L. Murray, c/o Price Bros. Co., Rimouski, P.Q.
D. Newman, 3302 Cedar Ave., Westmount, P.Q.
N. Nichol, 2191 Sunset Road, Town of Mt. Royal P.Q.
V. Nichols, 1027, Prospect Ave., Calgary, Alberta.
S. Xorcross, Rockcliffe Rd., R.P., Ottawa, Ont.
K. Oliver, "Bencoolen," Lodge Hill, St. Michael, Barbados.
F. Oughtrcd, 1 178 Coleraine Ave., Thetford Mines, P.Q.
A. Palk, 107 Park Blvd., Tuxedo, Winnipeg, Man.
J. Parsons, West Road, Little Oompton, R.I., U.S.A.
J. Patton, 88 Church Hill, Westmount, P.Q.
L. Peck, 575 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount, P.Q.
B. Penhale, "Braeside," Thetford Mines, P.Q.
R. Peverley, "Wildwood," St. Andrew's East, P.Q.
S. Ponder, 222 Sheraton Drive, Montreal, P.Q.
E. Price, Main Road, Como, P.Q.
B. J. Punnett, Peniston Estate, Box 77, St. Vincent, B.W.I.
J. Punnett, Peniston Estate, Box 77, St. Vincent, B.W.I.
R. Punnett, Peniston Estate, Box 77, St. Vincent, B.W.I.
D. Rankin, Lac Marois, County Terrebonne, P.Q.
V. Rankin, Lac Marois, Countv Terrebonne, P.Q.
K. Reed, 1620, Pine Avenue, Montreal, P.Q.
A. Ritchie, 158 Warren Road, Toronto 7, Ont.
B. Romano, Apartado 283, Barranquilla, Colombia, S.A.
B. Ross, 80 Selkirk Avenue, Hudson, P.Q.
S. Ross, 80 Selkirk Avenue, Hudson, P.Q.
G. Rowan-Legg, 12 Fraser St., Halifax, N.S.
C. Salmon, P.O. Box 164, Nassau, Bahamas.
S. Salmond, 330, 43rd Ave., Lachine, P.Q.
B. Savage, 4309 Montrose Ave., Montreal, P.Q.
B. Shannon, 669 Belmont Ave., Westmount, P.Q.
T. Sharp, 66 Forden Crescent, Westmount, P.Q.
J. Simms, 32 Riverside, Grandmere, P.Q.
A. Smith, "U Zompopero," Fa Calle y 36 Avenida Zona 1 1,
Guatemala City, Guatemala, C.A.
C. Sonne, 63 Balfour Ave., Town of Mt. Royal, P.Q.
B. Starke, Box 55, Cap Chat, Co. Gaspe, P.Q.
C. Stevens, 4006 Marlowe Ave., Montreal, P.Q.
C. Stewart, 164 Lakeshore Rd., Pointe Claire, P.Q.
D. Stewart, 164 Lakeshore Rd., Pointe Claire, P.Q.
V. Stewart, 164 Lakeshore Rd., Pointe Claire, P.Q.
P. Sturgeon, 70 Ennisclare Drive, Oakville, Ont.
A. Taylor, 134 Dunvegan Rd., Toronto, Ont.
S. Taylor, 134 Dunvegan Rd., Toronto, Ont.
B. Taylor, 70 Downs St., Lennoxville, P.Q.
J. Taylor, 70 Downs St., Lennoxville, P.Q.
M. Thomson, 24 School St., Waterdown, Ont.
P. Throsby, Lancaster, Ont.
J. Troop, 291 Russel Hill Rd., Toronto, Ont.
D. Trudeau, "Snowball Hill," Trudeau, New York.
E. Vaughan, 35 Donwoods Drive, Toronto, Ont.
M. Vickers, 3460 Simpson St., Apt. 306, Montreal, P.Q.
J. Westwater, 14 Willow Ave., Westmount, P.Q.
M. White, 480 Cloverdale Rd., Rockcliffe Pk., Ottawa Out
S. White, 4265 Cavendish Blvd., Apt. 18, Montreal, P.Q.
W. Whitehead, 3011 Cedar Ave., Montreal, P.Q.
J. Wightman, 16 Campbell Ave., Montreal West, P.Q.
D. Wilson, 71 Westgate, Winnipeg, Man.
C. Wootton, 1389 Redpath Crescent, Montreal, P.Q.
J. Wright, 708 Upper Roslyn Ave., Montreal, P.Q.
P. Wright, 1 Mount Pleasant Court, St. John, N.B.
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Rene Perraull to Fred Benn.
Linda Wilson to David Tremble.
Earriet Schneider to Marco M. S. Zubar.
Barbara O'Halloran to Hush Bignell.
Andrea Rutherford to John Burgess.
Nancy Beattie to John Price.
Diana Drew to J. P. Togneri.
Claire Davidson to A. R. Lewis.
Cynthia. Molsorj to Clive Baxter.
Norma Wight to Robert Vessot.
Mrs. C. Dennis (Marjorie McMaster) a son.
Mrs. G. Grant (Joan Frewin) a son.
Mrs. P. J. Irwin (Mary Reid) a son.
Mrs. D. Lebaron (Robin Bocoek) a daughter.
Mrs. J. J. Luby (Ann Bourget) a son.
Mis. R. MacKay (Barbara Dawes) a son.
Mrs. W. Mathewson (Mary-Fayre Tremain
D. Creighton (Willa Ogilvie) a son.
M. Lewis (Cynthia Hands) a son.
J. Robertson (Barbara Shipman) a son.
V. Summerlin (Valerie Myers) a
B. Whittall (Susan Teakle) a daughter.
Gregory (Ann Boright) a daughter.
Hutehins (Patricia Orr) a daughter,
ilsh (Susan Angus) a daughter.
I. McKinnon (Joan Foster) a son.
Henry (Jill Foster) a daughter.
B. S. McKenzie (Joan MacKay) a son.
an Seymour (Andrea Russell) a daughter.
Ballantyric (Joan Williams) a son.
Barbara Drummond to Jim Brodeur.
Shirley Eakin to Ian Black.
Mary-Jane Hutchison to Richard Schmitt.
Gillian Bastian to Richard Harding.
Mary Holt to Loyal Linton Reid.
Miss Gillard, King's Hall, Compton, P.Q.
Mile O. Cailteux, King's Hall, Compton, P.Q.
Miss M. Dexter, Milton, Queen's Co., X.S.
Mrs. L. H. Doering, Chesterville, Ont.
Miss C. Dostie, Scotstown, P.Q.
Mrs. (i. \Y. Elliott, Box 73, Sawyerville, P.Q.
Miss*!. Evans, Whittlewood Farm, Sawyerville, P.Q.
Miss M. Fogo, King's Hall, Compton, P.Q.
Miss D. C. M. Hewson, King's Hall, Compton, P.Q.
Miss H. Jenkins, "Littlewood," Eveppoch P E I
Miss M. V. Keith, Havelock, N.B.
Miss (i. Keyzer, 71 Thomas Rd., Swampscott, Mass. (J.S.A
Mme S. Landes, King's Hall, Compton, P.Q.
Miss S. Limb, II Beeston Fields Drive, Beeston,
Miss A. Macdonald, Port Hastings, X.S.
Miss F. MacLennan, 3 Dalhousie St., Halifax X S
Miss M. S. Morris, Box 332, Grimsby, Ont.
Miss J. Prosser, 14 Gordon Si., Moncton, X.B.
Miss J. S. Ramsay, 32!) George St., Fredericton, X.B
The Rev. 1). Roberts, The Rectory, Compton, P.Q.
Miss D. M. Roscoe, King's Hall, Compton P.Q
Miss D. E. Wallace, Box II, Warden P '
Mrs. M. Welter, North Hat ley, P.Q. '
Mrs. E. Yarrill, Bishop's University, Lennoxville, P.Q.
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